Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings of the golden future time. Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shall be o'erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England shall be trod by beasts alone. Rings shall vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shall rust forever, Cruel whips no more shall crack. Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzelsShall be ours upon that day. Bright will shine the fields of England, Purer shall its water be, Sweeter yet shall blow its breezes On the day that sets us free. For that day we all must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, All must toil for Freedom's sake. Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings of the golden future time.
This is the manor farm. Mr. Jones is very cruel to his animals but we will get back to that
Old Major is giving a speech. He tells the animals that he dreamt of a tune from his childhood called "Beasts of England".
This is Beasts of England.
Old Major died peacefully two days later. The pigs took over. Snowball and Napoleon and started classes on rebellion.