I packed up my suitcase and left the old farm 
I promised my papa I'd come to no harm 
And I went to the city where I was employed 
In a firm of accountants as an office boy. 

I fetched and I carried, I watched and I learned 
And slowly but surely I rose through the firm. 
But then I discovered my colleagues one day 
Massaging the figures for personal gain 
I said "I'll not wallow in this house of shame" 
I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way. 

Gravely I listened to Reverend McBride 
Down at the mission house each Friday night. 
Heaven's salvation for those who know best, 
Hell and damnation for all of the rest. 

Try as I might I could not understand 
Why The Almighty's all-merciful hand 
Should cast away those whose only mistake 
Was never to know the Christian faith 
The stars that we follow can lead us astray 

I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way 

I fled from the capitals bourgeois malaise 
And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days 
'Til I found the guerrillas camped high in the hills 
I asked Comrade Diaz whom I should kill. 

I crept into town with a knife in my teeth 
And entered the home of the Chief of Police 
I stood at his bedside and raised up my blade 
But then I looked to the crib where his little one lay 
You murder tomorrow by killing today 

I'll plough my own furrow, I'll go my own way.