If green Cheddar you desire
From the moon—from the moon—
They’ll supply what you require
Very soon—very soon.
Then they hope to fill lean purses,
Lacking pence—lacking pence—
With the coin Weg-born reverses
Steal from thence—steal from thence.
And as harvests shirk a nation
’Neath Sol’s ban—’neath Sol’s ban,