In A Wilderness Of Spite

Down to the river
Down they carried poor Rhodesia
Drowned, never to be crowned
Our queen lay slain, Rhodesia
Wouldn’t leave your body to the hounds
Couldn’t bury you in hallowed grounds, Rhodesia
Slowly they run these black tears
Slowly they run into the river Aeeth
And on we go, on the row, Rhodesia

Down to the river
Down they carried poor Rhodesia
Drowned, never to be crowned
They carried her splendour down to the river Aeeth
Aeeth is her grave’s name
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame
So today we call for the miracle
Arise, young queen, Rhodesia
And on we’ll go, on we’ll row, Rhodesia

No flowers grow on Rhodesia’s grave
No flowers grow on the river Aeeth
Aeeth is her grave’s name
Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame
Down flew her golden crown
And she lay slain on the frozen ground, Rhodesia
Now we climb into that willow tree
And we all weep for thee, poor Rhodesia
And today we call for the miracle
Arise, young queen, Rhodesia
And on we go, on we row, Rhodesia

Drowned, never to be crowned
They killed all splendour down by the river Aeeth