SONG OF MYSELF
Peggy Seeger

I love those who labour
I sing of the farmers and weavers
And fishermen
And miners as well

Now all you who hear me
I pray you draw near me
Before you grow weary
I'll sing of myself

I was brought up in plenty
Until I was twenty
A joy to myself
As the children can be

A joy to my father
A joy to my mother
The pain of my country
Was nothing to me

My school days being over
I became a rover
To Russia and China
To France and to Spain

I lived with my leisure
I lived before [but for] pleasure
And so, none the wiser
To England I came

I thought it no danger
To follow a stranger
But with time changing
A friend he became

For the joys of a lover
Can equal no other
Forever anew
And yet always the same

Good fortune attending
We don't like our living [?]
Our children are a blessing
Our joy to renew

But to live amid plenty
Can only torment me
When the wealth of the country
Belongs to the few

I join with the angry
I join with our hungry
For long years of anguish
The price will be paid

To hate and to anger
I am not a stranger
I welcome the danger

For I fear the fate of
The rebels and fighters
Who ransom the future
With torture and pain

As the trial it comes near
If I find I can dare it
With joy I will share it
No longer afraid

For I've learned to be angry
I've learned to be lonely
I've learned to be many
I've learned to be one

I've earned all my friends
Even foes will commend me
I stand with the many
I am not alone

In the presence of fighters
I find a new peace
In the company of workers
Replenish myself

Of miners and weavers
Of rebels and dreamers
When I sing of my brothers
I sing of myself

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yl-Jk4bmYwc&t=1s