Spanish Peasant

 We have no aspiration vain
For paradise Utopian,
And here in our sun-happy Spain,
Though man exploit his fellow man,
To high constraint we humbly yield,
And turn from politics to toil,
Content to till a kindly field
And bring forth bounty from the soil.


They tell us wars will never cease;
They sy the world is out of joint.

How well we Know! But peace is peace
Even imposed at pistol point.

And we have learnt our lesson well,
By many a death, by many a tear;
So let us live a feudal spell, -
The cost of freedom is too dear.


Let us be the cattle kind,
Praying the goad be not a sword;
In servitude obeying blind
The tyrant ruling of our Lord.

His army can be swift to slay,
His Church teach us humility .
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 .

But never never will we pay
Again blood-price for Liberty.

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