Anthems
When Old Major told of his dream he also mentioned a song that heard once. This song was called "Beasts of England." The other animals learnt it, and used it for their anthem when the rebellion happened. With the tune of 'Clementine' and 'La Cucuracha' it goes:
"Beasts of England"
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-wurzels
Shall be ours upon that day.
Bright will shinethe fields of England,
Purer shall its waters 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 well and spread my tidings
Of the golden future time.
There came a new anthem when Napolean had taken over. He got rid of "beasts of England" after he slaughtered several animals. THe new song was composed by Minimus and began:
Animal Farm, Animal Farm,
Never through me shalt thou come to harm!
This new anthem was soon replaced by another one. This one was also written by Minimus and was called "Comrade Napolean". A way for Napolean to say he is the superior animal on the farm. This one however went:
"Comrade Napolean"
Friend of the fatherless!
Fountain of happiness!
Lord of the swill-bucket! Oh, how my soul is on
Fire when I gaze at thy
Calm and commanding eye,
Like the sun in the sky,
Comrade Napolean!
Thou art the giver of
All that thy creatures love,
Full belly twice a day, clean straw to roll upon;
Every beast great and small
Sleeps at peace in his stall,
Thou watches over all,
Comrade Napolean!
Had I a sucking-pig,
Ere he had grown as big
Even as a pint bottle or as a rolling pin,
He should have learned to be
Faithful and true to thee,
Yes, his first squeak should be
'Comrade Napolean!'