By the rivers of Babylon, 
Where he sat down, 
And there he wept 
When he remembered Zion.  
Oh, the wicked carried us away in captivity, 
Required from us a song, 
How can we sing King Alpha's song 
Inna strange land?  
So, let the words of our mouth 
And the meditations of our heart 
Be acceptable in Thy sight. 
Oh, verai!