OUR LIFE CYCLE

We toil and toil tilling
With our sweat pissing the soil
Yet merrily singing our songs
From the cock's Crow till the sun goes home.

The harvest is none the less
Still in music and songs
Trekking like to the end of the world
Load-laddened till our necks go sore.

With stock in ban to feed the whole clan
By moonlight we wooed to win more hands
Till MANDIANG comes back around
Bringing us back to the start of the round.

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