If music be its span, in its melodies I boldly rot

Or yet a dream and its sweet usher, wake me not

From its sensuous caresses—its roars this festive.

Its boisterous kicks, shots, or scores this inventive!

Do we wake in processed hallucination, O cerebrum?

Or bask in illuminated milieu, our chest and drum

Beating loud, while with our flag history fans us cold

In winds of mirth and merrymaking or hopes for gold

Rise! O Birri Njie! Rise to behold thy progeny this hour

Crushed are hurdles that, for generations left us sour

Or far behind with mediocrity as to remain shackled.

Banjul is chivalrous, O sportful sire, her flaws tackled

All hail Ebou Sillah! Hail Jatto Ceesay, Tamsir Manneh

Billie Badjie, Chow Jallow, , Idrissa Sonko, Star Janneh

Bora Mboge’s School Boy International Sheikh Ndure!

Sainy Sanna Colley, for these were all dexterity pure!