We cry come to Jersey, our beautiful strip
Where our land is barren from gold
And that same foul stench is in the air
The destitute child cries out, mommy we're cold

We cry come to Jersey, our beautiful strip
Our men stripped of dreams and devoid of joy
As that old serpent's claws draw near
The destitute mother cries out, I lost my beautiful boy

We cry come to Jersey, our beautiful strip
The harlots run abound for their children penniless
Our landlords tyrannical, rising fares without care
The destitute father cries out, the bills are nigh but have mercy for I am jobless

We cry come to Jersey, our beautiful strip
For those who make their hearts harden
They shall walk and know no fear
And the harden 	spirits cry out, flee from Jersey, our sunken ship