In a Wilderness of Spite - Rome

Down, to the river down

They carried poor Rhodesia

Drowned, never to be crowned

Our queen lays slain, Rhodesia

Wouldn’t leave your body to the hounds

Couldn’t bury you in hallowed ground, Rhodesia

Slowly they run these black tears

Slowly they run into the river Aeeth

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we 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 a grave’s name

So today we call, for the miracle

Arise young queen, Rhodesia

And on we row

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

No flowers grow on Rhodesia’s grave

No flowers grow on the river Aeeth

Aeeth is a grave’s name

Aeeth is a grave’s name

Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame

Aeeth is that pale tomb of shame

Down flew the golden crown

Down flew the golden crown

And she lays slain on the frozen ground

And she lays slain on the frozen ground

Rhodesia

Rhodesia

Now we climb into that willow tree

Now we climb into that willow tree

And we all weep for thee

Poor Rhodesia

So today we call, for the miracle

And today we call, for the miracle

Arise young queen, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we grow, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia

And on we go

On we row, Rhodesia