[Verse 1]

No man, no man shall travel this land

'Til the sand wash down to the sea

No strand, no strand can hold its sand

When the waves fan endlessly

Though all I have is ransomed

All I have is sold

'Til my country 'tis of thee

[Verse 2]

No sand, no sand in the hourglass stands

Though I stand not wantonly

No hand, no hand shall tarry this hand

'Til that man shall marry me

Though all I have is silver

All I have is gold

'Tis the source and not sorcery

[Verse 3]

To understand the talisman

And the clan of mystery

The forest stand, the wedding band

Without apostrophe

Though all my days are numbered

All my stories told

The riddle still is thee