Comrades, you have heard already about the strange dream that I had last night. But I will come to the dream later. I have something else to say first. I do not think, comrades, that I shall be with you for many months longer, and before I die, I feel it my duty to pass on to you such wisdom as I have acquired.
Mr. Jones, of the Manor Farm, had locked the hen−houses for the night, with the ring of light from his lantern dancing from side to side. But, was too drunk toremember to shut the popholes.-
My comrades, the cause of all our sufferings can be summed up in one word: Man. Man is the only real enemy we have. Remove man from the scene and our problems are solved. To accomplish this I encourage you all to rebel.
There was a stirring and a fluttering all through the farm buildings, word had gone round during the day that Old Major, had had a strange dream on the previous night and wished to communicate it to the other animals. It had been agreed that they should all meet in the big barn as soon as Mr. Jones was safely out of the way.
Now, comrades let me share with you my dream.
Old Major says that he has to pass on this information to the animals on Manor Farm.
Beasts of England, Beasts of Ireland
Old Major encourages the animals of the farm to prepare for a Rebellion to rid this world of Men.
Old Major told the animals of his strange dream that reminded him of a song his mother used to sing when he was a little pig. A song that he had long forgotten: Beasts of England.
Singing the song made the animals wildly excited. Before long, the farm animals sang the song with amazing unison. They would have sang it all through the night, if it weren't for Mr. Jones that shot out six times into the darkness.