When he came into the city that I live in
It was only for to watch the ships roll by
And he changed the locks on all the doors
And he set in stone his path for more
When they came into the city that I live in
They burned the churches all to the floor
No they didn’t care nothing ‘bout the message
No they didn’t care about the cross at all
When he came into the city that I live in
He left his mark like good old Cecil Rhodes
And he scathed a line all through my mind
From Fashoda north to south in quite short time
As the last drops of my mind began to seep out
He called my name and brought me to his side
And he kept me under warmth safe guard and arm
Forever seen in big tree sun and sky
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