Our river is our lifeblood,
It’s here we bathe and often drink,
It’s where we go to wash our clothes,
It is a giant sink.
We try to build our towns close by,
So we gain from its largesse,
But some of us walk for mile on mile,
Just to clean a dress.
The river’s flow is strong and hard,
It weathers any drought,
So it is our perfect treasure,
Of that there is no doubt.