In a Wilderness of Spite

Down, to the river down
They carried poor Rhodesia

Drowned, never to be crowned
Our queen lays slain, Rhodesia

Wouldn't leave your body to the hounds
Couldn't bury you in hallowed ground, Rhodesia

Slowly they run these black tears
Slowly they run into the river Aeeth

And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia

Down, to the river down
They carried poor Rhodesia

Drowned, never to be crowned
They carried her splendour down to the river Aeeth
Aeeth is a grave's name

So today we call, for the miracle
Arise young queen, Rhodesia

And on we row
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia

No flowers grow on Rhodesia's grave
No flowers grow on the river Aeeth

Aeeth is a grave's name
Aeeth is a grave's name
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame

Down flew the golden crown
Down flew the golden crown
And she lays slain on the frozen ground
And she lays slain on the frozen ground
Rhodesia
Rhodesia

Now we climb into that willow tree
Now we climb into that willow tree
And we all weep for thee
Poor Rhodesia

So today we call, for the miracle
And today we call, for the miracle
Arise young queen, Rhodesia

And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we grow, Rhodesia

And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia
And on we go
On we row, Rhodesia