The strength in your arms
A memento from hardship and strife
Coupled with the sorrows of harvest rife
During fruitful climes on tear-blackened farms.
Black beauty is your name
Your hesitant smiles
The beauty of our native isles,
Brimming with hunter and game.
You are the weepy delight
Who stoops to conquer the smouldering fires
Of roaring manhood spires
Under the waning cover of night.
And you remind me of motherland,
That cradle of nature and fertile sand.