1964
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it sho would be nice ta live ina big house
with ma own fields a cotton an a handsome young spouse
wi' ma own servants to watch ova' the chores
i be off to the market an into the stores
The buildings echo with the chant of our drums
The voice of our people, the cries of our sons
And the buildings are home to us, through thick and thin
And decades, scores, centuries in
