1. This sad place wherein I stay
Ignorance, torpidity
And boredom holds its lasting sway
With unconcerned stupidity
A land where old obedience sits
Well filled with faith, devoid of wits
Where life became such dark decay
And every thought delayed, delayed
2. Now ghosts of soldiers prowl the night
Casting shadows on the light
Of this now present peacetime day
With memories of the battle fray
Where veteran folks still pilgrimage
To Flanders fields their thoughts engage
Proud souls that joined the battle fray
Whose every step delayed, delayed
They SOWED their country oats
And they multiplied like goats
And they stuffed their faces with roots and clay
And they reaped as they sowed,
And they all built wooden boats
Which they sailed around their little lake

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