Far away, away my shire I saw the blaze of the wry Arousing with the fraternity The protest for the entity Bemoaning on the political vows Surpassing the military lounge Reviving in the obituary The protest for the sanctuary A verdict on imperial disgrace And a fray for limpid tutelage Demolishing the stinky abattoir The protest for the incorrupted saviour My bosom sings a dirge to benumb And vides the throe of the gnome Exonerating the corpse in the urn The protest for new sun in the morn When the stouts in the bloc inhibits The salvation is clasped in the writs Disappears the gloom with missionary The final protest to sleep on the rosary.