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"
And
now
,
comrades
,
I
will
tell
you
about
my
dream
of
last
night
.
I
cannot
describe
that
dream
to
you
.
It
was
a
dream
of
the
earth
as
it
will
be
when
Man
has
vanished
.
But
it
reminded
me
of
something
that
I
had
long
forgotten
.
Many
years
ago
,
when
I
was
a
little
pig
,
my
mother
and
the
other
sows
used
to
sing
an
old
song
of
which
they
knew
only
the
tune
and
the
first
three
words
.
I
had
known
that
tune
in
my
infancy
,
but
it
had
long
since
passed
out
of
my
mind
.
Last
night
,
however
,
it
came
back
to
me
in
my
dream
.
And
what
is
more
,
the
words
of
the
song
also
came
back
-
words
,
I
am
certain
,
which
were
sung
by
the
animals
of
long
ago
and
have
been
lost
to
memory
for
generations
.
I
will
sing
you
that
song
now
,
comrades
.
I
am
old
and
my
voice
is
hoarse
,
but
when
I
have
taught
you
the
tune
,
you
can
sing
it
better
for
yourselves
.
It
is
called
‘
Beasts
of
England
’
"
Old
Major
cleared
his
throat
and
began
to
sing
.
As
he
had
said
,
his
voice
was
hoarse
,
but
he
sang
well
enough
,
and
it
was
a
stirring
tune
,
something
between
‘
Clementine
’
and
‘
La
Cucaracha
’
.
The
words
ran
:
Beasts
of
England
,
beasts
of
Ireland
,
Beasts
of
every
land
and
clime
,
Hearken
to
my
joyful
tidings
Of
the
golden
future
time
.
Soon
or
late
the
day
is
coming
,
Tyrant
Man
shall
be
o
’
erthrown
,
And
the
fruitful
fields
of
England
Shall
be
trod
by
beasts
alone
.
