There is some corner of the field
Where tatar love was armed and wheeled
To sweat in tatar way, tatariently roam
To bend the bow as ocean leans on foam

Where Sulfur's power shines as well
Ov'r those that in Metallick Kingdome dwell.
Who soon or later breaks the tie,
And gains his ancient Libertie

Giv'n th' water suplie plentyfulle
Trees bear the fruit incredibulle
Tangerine flowere in a manner immense
Gives thee ultimate response

The Ukraine's cackle, Jewish tears
Are not among the feline fears
The Cat worryess not of black technick
That's Life's sorowfulle combinatorick