RATS,
stone-head rats lay off our grain,
three years pain,
enough, enough, plus enough again

More than enough from you, deaf you,
we're about thru and ready to go
where something will grow
untaxed
Good earth, good sown,
and come into our own.

RATS,
big rats, lay off our wheat,
three years deceit,
and now we're about ready to go
to Lo Kuo, happy, happy land, Lo Kuo, good earth
where we can earn our worth.

RATS,
stone-head rats, spare our new shoots,
three years, no pay.
We're about ready to move away
to some decent border town.
Good earth, good sown,
and make an end to this endless moan.