In the slipstream of luck and democracynA victim of chance and geographynI reap and I sow the face of the earthnWhile big guns play games with the land of my birthnI walk these hills and I sail the seasnI've weathered the storms of historynCreated to live, created to sharenWith the fish of the sea, the birds of the airnI'm not too hot on Dukes or Earls or GracesnBut I love respect and exalted placesnGive me the people with sod on the kneenThe higher the monkey climbs the more he revealsnTear down these wallsnAll men were born the samenYou came here with nothingnBut naked and a namenA namenTear down these wallsnThey keep raising for you