The glory of Sun, beautiful and brute
Thus my greatest enemy
Yes! My arch enemy
The whip of my old master
The sun and rain team up
To smite me black and blue
So a messiah to my aid
But not a shadow at my border
Oh my hanging pal, let it forth
In whispers or thunderclaps
Thy chime is all I need
Thy larynxes hold my freedom
Rest for sore and tired hands
Is ding dong ding dong
Freedom from this plantation
Please give to me
Break or close time all lie in your chime
ding dong ding dong is all I need
ding dong ding dong is all it takes
And my freedom is certain
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