Spirits of heroes past , Nigeria's call obey,
Our cries and travails we implore you to heed
The nation you liberated with the beads of sweats
The one for whom you fought hard to put in array
She, now wanders into the thick, she's gone astray
The daughter turned sixty, hardly did she get hooray

There's much hardship in the land, told and untold
Reproaches for glory, ashes for beauty in twofold
How doth she sit in lack, a city blessed with minerals
Iron, gold, coal, limestone, tin, and the chiefly crude

Where is the GI in Nigeria's giant? Ichabod!
The labour of our heroes past
Shall never be in vain we say
But their toiling and sweating
Do we gradually we cast away.
One nation bound in freedom
Unfortunately accorded in disarray.

Oh, who shall in the affairs of our nation intervene
Patriotic spirits of the underworld
We can't help but unto you we beckon
If need be we will pour libations and render oblation
We, your grandchildren, seek true liberation
Freedom should not be free-doom
This day we invoke your blessings.

The time is now set to engage the spirits
The aged tongue of the white-haired.
The violent breeze troubles
The trees on its pathway,
Turmoil will pitch its tent
in the camp of troublers of Nigeria.
The grass cutter with its own hands
Throws away the divinations he makes for
His Own grandfather.
When the evil ones take counsels
Against Nigeria, it will not stand.
We recall injustices dealt to us
And we call that darkness engulf them
For gross darkness engulfs the rat
When it is entrapped in a calabash.
The blessings of our heroes past
Will heal us from our sorrowful past.
The blessings of the sovereign God
Will make us flourish again.

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