My Root
Behind the black mountain and hills
to the fruitful soil and shady rills
down south of Bauchi state stays
the civilized Zaar people race
sweet home of sweet wills
the origin of the nobler praise
sir Abubakar Tafawa Balewa of those days
the name that makes our story thrills
as a contry from a village of skills
we are the sun, fit to shine the world with
our rays
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