cheese and bread
Starving weve
Had your odds played on seas
Look deeply into our histories
wells on wells more lasting than sundays mornings best
Carving passion into our wooden dynasty
The sloop , a statue to force through rough waters
Emancipation our sails on changing winds
known to august days
Revolution even through execution .
Oh how
Why then should our song be of question
When our truths are no secret
Wealth and radiance
Lines Our borders
Overflows our sons and daughters
Secondary to none
Chartered lands lay
stories in victory, defeat and strenght
Able to supply our nation
With spare
Repaid to birds tunes
Once our form of rent
Passions of Faulkners love sung
Years ringing on bells
weve marched weve shouted
Our leaders standing tall throughout our memories
They say we are arrogant
They misjudge our pride
For little we are many
For secret we ring true
Nature unabridged virgins
Mrs. Virgin islands to you.
