1 Down from the spring the chilling waters pass, And overflow the bushy wolf-tail grass;— Fit emblem of our state unblest. In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh, And to my thoughts Chow's capital comes nigh, When through its kings the land had rest.

2 The bushy southernwood is flooded o'er, By the cold waters from that spring which pour;— Fit emblem of our state unblest. In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh, And to my thoughts Chow's capital comes nigh, When through its kings the land had rest.

3 The bushy plants, whose stalks serve to divine Beneath the waters of that cold spring pine;— Fit emblem of our state unblest. In the dark night, restless, I wake and sigh, And to my thoughts Chow's capital comes nigh, When through its kings the land had rest.

4 Of old there fell the fertilizing rains, And brightly shone the millet on our plains;— The land knew no oppression hard, The States the king's authority obeyed, And to each lord, for loyal service paid, The chief of Seun dispensed reward.