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A land both fair and great
On the Eleventh of November
An Independent State
This was much against the wishes
Of certain governments
Whose leaders tried to break us down
And make us all repent
But we're all Rhodesians and we'll fight through thick and thin
We'll keep our land a free land from the enemy coming in
We'll keep them north of the Zambesi, till that river's running dry
And this mighty land will prosper, for Rhodesians never die
They can send their men to murder
They can shout their words of hate
But the cost of keeping this land free
Can never be too great
Cause' our men and boys are fighting
For the things that they hold dear
And this land and all its people
Will never disappear