Скотный двор

           "Andnow,comrades,Iwilltellyouaboutmydreamoflastnight. Icannotdescribethatdreamtoyou. ItwasadreamoftheearthasitwillbewhenManhasvanished. ButitremindedmeofsomethingthatIhadlongforgotten. Manyyearsago,whenIwasalittlepig,mymotherandtheothersowsusedtosinganoldsongofwhichtheyknewonlythetuneandthefirstthreewords. Ihadknownthattuneinmyinfancy,butithadlongsincepassedoutofmymind. Lastnight,however,itcamebacktomeinmydream.Andwhatismore,thewordsofthesongalsocameback-words,Iamcertain,whichweresungbytheanimalsoflongagoandhavebeenlosttomemoryforgenerations. Iwillsingyouthatsongnow,comrades. Iamoldandmyvoiceishoarse,butwhenIhavetaughtyouthetune,youcansingitbetterforyourselves. Itiscalled‘BeastsofEngland’" 

           OldMajorclearedhisthroatandbegantosing. Ashehadsaid,hisvoicewashoarse,buthesangwellenough,anditwasastirringtune,somethingbetween‘Clementine’and‘LaCucaracha’. Thewordsran: 

           BeastsofEngland,beastsofIreland, 

           Beastsofeverylandandclime, 

           Hearkentomyjoyfultidings 

           Ofthegoldenfuturetime. 

           Soonorlatethedayiscoming, 

           TyrantManshallbeo’erthrown, 

           AndthefruitfulfieldsofEngland 

           Shallbetrodbybeastsalone.