'What did I have',
said the fine old woman
'What did I have',
this proud old woman did say
'I had four green fields,
each one was a jewel
But strangers came
and tried to take them from me
But my fine strong sons
They fought to save my jewels
They fought and they died
And that was my grief', said she
'Long time ago',
said the fine old woman,
'Long time ago',
this proud old woman did say
'There was war and death,
plundering and pillage
My children starved
by mountain, valley and stream
And their wailing cries
They reached the very heavens
And my four green fields
ran red with their blood', said she
'What have I now',
said the fine old woman
'What have I now',
this proud old woman did say
'I have four green fields,
one of them's in bondage
In strangers' hands,
that try to take it from me
But my sons have sons
As brave as were their fathers
And my four green fields
will bloom once again', said she
And my four green fields
will bloom once again', said she