Aye, we bear the tough life
Aye, we bear the tough life, the only one we went through since the beginning of our rural kind's tale,
It is the foremost struggle that we always in the hardest fatigue cherished, for the fortune of our people by sheer luck was not shaped,
But by sweat, harvest, wheat and hay, these being the very nourishment of our force and history throughout this long age,
And weather too played its part, which seldom mercy has had, yet cold and freezing winds one's heart resistant make, for from eerie arts and arcane spells far we are, and on our sole hands as real tools we indeed rely.