Oh Ghana
Our nation is very old
the land of cocoa and gold
Here is found peace
that never will cease
Great nation at birth foretold
by the oracle of old
Half a century passed
she's still at low class
Africa's hope she was meant to be
but now what do we see?
Nkrumah's Ghana
borrowing, begging for manna
Aaaah! The beggar-borrower's bread
is never sufficient, Granny said
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