By the rivers of Babylon
  Where he sat down
  And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
      Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
  Required from us a song
  How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
      So let the words of our mouth
  And the meditations of our hearts
  Be acceptable in thy sight
  O-verride
      By the rivers of Babylon
  Where he sat down
  And there he wept when he remembered Zion.
      Oh from wicked, carry us away from captivity
  Required from us a song
  How can we singing out for song in a strange land.
  How can we singing out for song in a strange land.