Oh Sarah
My rock of ages

Most humble and
noble pavilion

Can't stray away
Sons and daughters

Oh Sarah
My queen of ages

The star shines And glitters
For the non believers

Like the grass that withers
The heathen burns away

Fruits of all weather for the laborers
Honey for the bee a mammoth for the weaver

Enter the gates of Sodom and Gomorrah
Walls of horror deserve no honor

A maker tick for the weak
The sheep stray when the shepherd away

Sarah I mourn all the while
the monarchy and ancestry

Oh Sarah
My rock of ages

My Sarah, My Sahara
My Kalahari

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