When the white man first came here from over the sea he looked and he said this is God's own country he was mighty well pleased with this land that he'd found and he said I will make here my own piece of ground Now the land was inhabited so I've heard say by little men who painted on the rock face by day they stuck to their land so he hunted them down and left them to rot on their own piece of ground. Many's the battle he still had to fight many's the family that died In the night for many were the black men that lived all around and all of them wanting their own piece of ground. So northwards he trekked and northwards he rode over veld and tough countryside onwards he strode in the Free State and the Transvaal his oxen outspanned and he planted the seed in his own piece of land. Then one fine day in 1883 gold was discovered in good quantity the country was rich, much richer than planned and each digger wanted his own piece of land. Now the diggers were few and the gold was so deep that the black man was called 'cos his labour was cheap with drill and with shovel he toiled underground Fourpence a day for ten tons of ground. Now this land is so rich and it seems strange to me that the black man whose labour has helped it to be cannot enjoy the fruits that abound is uprooted and kicked from his own piece of ground Some people say now don't you worry we've kept you a nice piece of reserve territory but how can a life for so many be found on a miserable thirteen per cent of the ground? Some people say now don't you worry you can always find jobs in the white man's city but don't stay too long and don't stay too deep or you're bound to disturb the white man in his sleep. White man don't sleep long and don't sleep too deep or your life and your possessions how long will you keep? For I've heard a rumour that's running around that the black man's demanding his own piece of ground