Beasts of England! Beasts of Ireland!
Beasts of land and sea and skies!
Hear the hoofbeats of tomorrow!
See the golden future rise!
How does the life of an animal pass?
In endless drudgery.
What's the first lesson an animal learns?
To endure its slavery.
How does the life of an animal end?
In cruel butchery.
Beasts of England! Beasts of Ireland!
Beasts of land and sea and skies!
Hear the hoofbeats of tomorrow!
See the golden future rise!
Now the day of beasts is coming,
Tyrant man shall lose his throne
And the shining fields of England
Shall be trod by beasts alone.
Pull the rings from out your noses
Tear the saddle from your back!
Bit and spur must rust forever,
Cruel whips no more shall crack.
Beasts of England, seize the prizes,
Wheat and barley, oats and hay,
Clover, beans and mangel wurzel
Shall be ours upon that day.
Beyond the fences of this life
On Sugarcandy Mountain
So fear no more the knacker's yard
On Sugarcandy Mountain
SNOWBALL, SQUEALER and NAPOLEON:
There's no such place as Sugercandy Mountain,
There's no such place as Sugercandy Mountain,
There's no such place as Sugercandy Mountain,
Our land was once a forest
But see! The banners of the grass are raised!
SNOWBALL:
Four legs good
ALL THE ANIMALS:
Four legs good
Twenty-seven ribbons
And the wheels flow around
Twenty-seven ribbons
Yes the wheels flow around
HENS: We can't spare the eggs.
SQUEALER: We must have the eggs.
The HENS drop their eggs onto the ANIMALS below them
Let the egg yolks dry.
NAPOLEON (entering):
BOY: For five days the hens held out.
HENS (weakening):
Say what you think
Eat what you like
Do what you want
Go where you want
Obey them.
Believe them
Keep your nose to the grindstone
(Whispering:)
MINIMUS:
SQUEALER:
Animalism is a complicated business
Comrade Napoleon
Friend of the fatherless!
NAPOLEON:
But a runt has to fight
There was a whacking great limestone boulder...
ALL THE ANIMALS:
BOXER:
Sugarcandy Mountain
There lies a wondrous hill
And all good creatures when they die
Go there to graze their fill.
No labouring is done.
Beside a milky fountain
The beasts lie in the sun.
On Sugarcandy Mountain
You'll find the Treacle Lake
Lump sugar beyond counting
And fields of linseed cake.
Nor dread the abattoir,
But work today so you may join
That Sugarcandy Choir.
You'll find the Treacle Lake
No sweet by and by.
There's no such place as Sugercandy Mountain,
Sugercandy Mountain is a lie, lie, lie!
Sugercandy Mountain is a lie!
Animals are slaughtered and then
Converted into pork or mutton pies
Which are guzzled down the throats of men.
When you die you die.
There's no such place as Sugercandy Mountain,
Sugercandy Mountain is a lie. Lie, lie, lie!
Sugercandy Mountain is a lie!
It's a mountainous, mountainous, mountainous lie!
Seven Commandments
SNOWBALL ALL THE ANIMALS
One. One.
Two-legged animals are our enemies. Our enemies.
Two. Two.
Four-legged beings are allies and friends. Allies and friends.
Three. Three.
Animals shall never wear clothes. Never wear clothes.
Four. Four.
Animals shall never sleep in beds. Never sleep in beds.
Five. Five.
Animals shall never drink alcohol. No alcohol.
Six. Six.
Animals shall never kill animals. Never kill animals.
Seven. Seven.
All animals are equal. All animals are equal.
SNOWBALL: These are the Seven Commandments. These are the unalterable laws of Animal Farm.
ANIMALS: Hooray!
Hoof and Horn
All green from shore to shore
Till humans tore the greenwood down
With axe and fire and saw.
The trees are striding through the dawn!
And the green flag is flying
With the signs of hoof and horn.
Yes, man is fleeing from the countryside
And soon our meadows shall be clean,
For the green flag is flying
And all England shall be green.
Shall be green, shall be green, shall be green.
Four legs goud
Two legs bad
Four legs good
Two legs bad
Two legs bad
Twenty-seven ribbons
Twenty-seven ribbons
Sugar lumps for Mollie
A kindly blacksmith
And a gentle vet.
Master brought my ribbons
And my shiny brasses -
Give the humans what they want
And that is what you'll get.
With a whirring, purring sound
As I step along Speeedwell Lane,
And I hurry home to the curry-comb
With twenty-seven multi-coloured ribbons in my mane.
Sugar lumps for Mollie
A careful grooming
After every trip.
I have heard some horses
Say that Man is cruel -
But if you're obedient
You'll seldom feel the whip.
With a whirring, purring sound
As I step along Speeedwell Lane,
And I hurry home
to the curry-comb
With twenty-seven multi-coloured ribbons in my mane.
Twenty-seven ribbons
Twenty-seven ribbons
Twenty-seven ribbons in my mane.
Rebellion
SQUEALER: You must do your duty!
HENS:
We can't spare the eggs.
Can't you see we're broody?
SQUEALER:
We must have the eggs
We must pay our way now.
HENS: It's murder, yes murder
To take our eggs away now.
SQUEALER:
Consider economics-
The eggs have got to go.
HENS: Consider our unborn chicks.
HENS:
No! No!
Till each egg has the right
To become a hen
There'll be no more eggs
To be sold to men,
Therell be no eggs at all.
Let the eggs rain down
From the henhouse sky.
Till each egg has the right
To become a hen
There'll be no more eggs
To be sold to men.
There'll be no eggs at all.
Our feathered comrades, it appears,
Have lost all sense of reason
And their reactionary acts
Are tantamount to treason
To turn them back to sanity
And save them from self slaughter
I order that the hens shall be
Deprived of food and water
Till each egg has the right
To become a hen
There'll be no eggs at all.
Let the eggs rain down
From the henhouse sky.
Let the eggshells smash
Let the good yolks dry.
Nothing
But the best thing to think
Is nothing -
That's excellent thinking.
But the best food to like
Is nothing -
It's not on the ration.
But the best thing to do
Is nothing -
And mind how you do it.
But the place to go
Is nowhere -
You might get permission.
When they tell you what to do.
You are nothing.
Nothing.
When they tell you what is true.
You're nothing.
Nothing.
And your shoulder to the wheel.
Listen
When they tell you what to feel
And -
Feel what you like
But the best thing to feel
Is nothing
Nothing.
Hoof and Horn II
But see! The trotters of the pigs are raised!
The swine advance with bellies stout!
And the green flag is flying
With the curly tail and snout!
Yes, pigs are leading all the animals.
Oh, follow them, nor reason why,
For the green flag is flying
And all England is our sty
Is our sty, is our sty, is our sty!
Animalism
Inflexible equality is unrealistic
Our system's successful, though with
Certain contradictions
The proof is in the pudding
Let me quote you statistics.
The production of every class of foodstuff has increased.
Some by two hundred percent, some by three hundred precent...
MINIMUS (entering in great excitement):
Comrades, comrades, comrades! I have a new poem. It is an ode to our father, Comrade Napoleon. It is entitled
Fountain of happiness !
Lord of the swill bucket!
Oh, how my soul is on
Fire when I gaze at thy
Calm and commanding eye
Like the sun in the sky
Comrade Napoleon!
Comrade Napoleon !
Comrade Napole-ole-ole-ole-on!
Napoleon's Song
On the dusty day when I was born
I was not very big.
In fact, of a litter of seventeen,
I was the smallest pig.
It was more of a scramble than a birthday
And I came out back to front.
I was the last of the bunch
When it came to lunch
Yes, I was the litter's runt.
For his share of the milk
If he fancies staying alive.
He'll kick with his feet
And cling to the teat
And the runt may yet survive.
And if that young runt
Grabs enough of the swill
Then his bit will be worse than his grunt.
He'll grow stately and stout
With an eloquent snout
But he knows he was the runt.
(His megalomania increases.)
And the runt seizes power
For he knows all the tricks -
Those he bites will never bite back.
And the piglet who once
Was the weakest of runts
Shall be leader of the pack.
There was a whacking great limestone boulder
But the animals worked as one.
Yes, through animal cooperation
Anything can be done!
Anything can be done!
Anything can be done!
I will be well, friends,
And I'll retire, friends,
To the shadow of the chestnut tree
With time for thinking
And time for learning
The remainder of my ABC -
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