Oh welcome, all ye my merry men, ah!
Come visit this our land of Guyana,
Walk up and down our many strands and seize
Those golden sceneries of Guyanese;
What can a man say? Guyana moves forward!
From the low and arrow shores of our coasts
To the forest-clad mountains of our hosts,
From the water of Corentyne River
To the broad face of the Mount Roraima;
What can a man see? Guyana moves forward!
Wade up and down all the roaring rivers
And see what are adorning the bowers;
Visit the folks along the coasts and banks
And spend lonely days with the many ranks;
What can a man believe? Guyana moves forward!
All those long, long day of colonial rule
Was like Parliamentarians going school;
Guyanese are awakened; those are past
And Guyanese are moving onward fast!
What can a man think? Guyana moves forward!