They don´t believe what the gouvernment said
They don´t like to wait until they´re dead
For thousands of reasons many have fled
From animosity and bloodshed

Fathers and mothers, young and old
Children and grannies along they strolled
You don´t know the stories they were told
Of the land they will behold

So, here´s to the people, a long way they come
The emigrant races from merciless places are run