Four Green Fields

"What did I have?" said the fine old woman.
"What did I have?" this fine old woman did say.
"I had four green fields, each one was a jewel.
And strangers came, they tried to take them from me.
My fine strong sons, they tried 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 tine ago," this fine old woman did say.
"There was war and death, plundering and pillage.
My children starved, my mountain, valley and sea.
And their willing 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, they tried to take them from me.
But my sons, they have sons as brave as were their fathers.
And my four green fields will bloom once again," said she.
"Will bloom once again," said she.