There's no happiness this side
The river is without a tide
The soil unfertile for seed
Here grows nothing but ****.

Behold the river's other side
Soil is rich so is tide
Spreads out mile after mile
Lands rich and fertile.

I wish I were on that side
This is not the place to reside
There I could get good harvest
There I could build a happy nest.

The man on the river's other side
Finds his river without tide
Finds everything there vile
The land barren unfertile!