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I recently heard this and really liked it. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it anywhere on youtube, nor could I find its lyrics anywhere. So here it is. (The lyrics may have slight mistakes at one or two places - please feel free to correct me). Lyrics: I love those who labour I sing of the farmers and weavers And fishermen And miners as well Now all you who hear me I pray you draw near me Before you grow weary I will sing of myself I was brought up in plenty Until I was twenty A joy to myself As the children can be A joy to my father A joy to my mother The pain of my country Was nothing to me My school days being over I became a rover To Russia and China, To France and to Spain I live with my leisure I lived for my pleasure And so none the wiser To England I came I thought it no danger To follow a stranger But with time changing A friend he became For the joys of a lover Can equal no other Forever anew And yet always the same Good fortune attending We don't like our living Our children are blessing Our joy to renew But to live amid plenty Can only torment me When wealth of the country Belongs to the few I join with the angry I join with our hungry For long years of anguish The price will be paid To hate and to anger I am not a stranger I welcome the danger And yet I am afraid For I fear the fate Of the rebels and the fighters Who ransom their future With torture and pain As the trial comes near If I find I can dare it With joy I will share it No longer afraid For I've learnt to be angry I've learnt to be lonely I've learnt to be many I've learnt to be one I've earned all my friends Even foes will commend me I stand with the many I am not alone In the presence of fighters I find a new peace In the company of workers Replenish myself Of miners and weaver Of rebels and dreamers When I sing of my brothers I sing of myself