[Oh,] The corn of our land
is treated with care; [Oh,] It is the riches of the people
and the bread of the poor. [Oh,] Green corn, green corn,
a cornfield to be watered; [Oh,] Those who have corn the whole year will never be hungry or cold. [Oh,] White and yellow corn,
Dig it well, oh digger; [Oh,] It is the sweat of our brow
and the bread of our labors.