Song of Farmers driven forth by Extortion

O monster rats! O monster rats!
Eat not our millets, we implore.
Three years we've borne with you,
And still our presence you ignore.
Now we abandon you,
And to yon pleasant lands repair.
O pleasant lands! O pleasant lands!
A refuge have we surely there.

O monster rats! O monster rats!
Devour not all our crops of wheat.
Three years we've borne with you,
Still with no mercy do we meet.
Now we abandon you,
And take to yon glad Land our flight.
O gladsome Land! O gladsome Land!
There justice shall we have, and right.

O monster rats! O monster rats!
Devour not all our springing grain.
Three years we've borne with you,
Nor heed you still our toil and pain.
Now we abandon you
For brighter plains that yonder lie.
O brighter plains! O brighter plains!
Whose, then, will be the constant cry?