Retort Poem by Morgan Michaels

My land is not for barter, sir
my land is not for barter, na
and there's to you ya silly foo
my land is not for barter, na

My people's not for buyin' sir
my people's not for buyin' oh
and there's your pipe for smokin', sir
my people's not for buyin', na.

They go to church o' Sunday, sure
they go to church o' Sunday sure
and I will be assurin' yer
they go to church o' Sunday, sir

They sing and praise their Maker, now
they sing and praise their Maker, now
and sure it is amazin' how
they sing and praise their Maker, how.

The grace o' God is on them, sure
the grace o' God is on them, yeh
and on their work and on their ware
the grace o' God is on them now

You voices join together, now
and every hand a fellow find
our land is not for barter, sir
and we are people not for buyin'.