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