Rivers of Babylon

By the rivers of Babylon,

Where he sat down,

And there he wept

When he remembered Zion.

Oh, the wicked carried us away in captivity,

Required from us a song,

How can we sing King Alpha's song

Inna strange land?

So, let the words of our mouth

And the meditations of our heart

Be acceptable in Thy sight.

Oh, verai!