Though never have my eyes yet seen
But more than bits and bytes
To survey all of Weste Riben
Beneath the starry nights.

So fair and gentle can it be
A small white land beyond the sea
Shall I meet it or it meet me?
A land alass to set me free?

In shades of green it's light doth shine
It beckons day and night
I'll wander, travel where I must
To live my life aright.

And ere I hear the lyric notes
Of singing Auld Lang Syne
Shall my lips kiss the fertile earth
Of lovely Weste Riben.