"What did I have?" said the fine old woman.
"What did I have?" this fine old woman did say.
"I had four green fields, each one was a jewel.
And strangers came and tried to take them from me.
I had fine strong sons, they fought to save my jewels.
The fought and they died and that was my grief," said she.
"Long time ago," said the fine old woman.
"Long time ago," this fine old woman did say.
"There was war and death, plundering and pillage.
My people starved, my mountain, valley, and sea.
And their willing cries, they reached the very Heavens.
And my four green fields ran red with their blood," said she.
"What have I now?" said the fine old woman.
"What have I now?" this proud old woman did say.
"I had four green fields, one of them's in bondage.
In stranger's hands, who tried to take them from me.
But my sons have sons as brave as were their fathers.
And my four green fields, will bloom once again," said she.
Repeat: "Will bloom one again," said she.
