In this great land of uncommon sages
Where iniquities have become rated
And hard labour, paid with meagre wages
While morals and truth are dead hated

The air is strong with the odour of crimes
And the culprits dance to the tune of ruin
Feigning the harrowing signs of the times
And leading their ways in a life of sin

The simple route that once led to the bliss
Has turned our ways in a muddle of pride
Where justice and virtue are found amiss
And the folk, by the law, no longer abide

The 'sense' in the 'commonsense' is long lost
But man, out of greed, forgets his input
In the havoc caused and now counts the cost
Then blames his boot for the faults of his foot

The balloon of the vices swells year by year
When the left sins, the right gets the blame
Now the garment of pride is torn in the rear
So the world could see the shame of its name

The faults in the land have hit the sky
The sun rises all the way from the west
The shadow of pain is falling from the high
So the world is knit like fibres of the nest

But the end of the mess will soon arrive
When the crooks will reap their sad harvest
When the effort of the honest would thrive
To return the legal mandate of the rest