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I recently heard this and really liked it. Unfortunately, I couldn't find it anywhere on youtube, nor could I find its lyrics anywhere. So here it is. (The lyrics may have slight mistakes at one or two places - please feel free to correct me).

Lyrics:

I love those who labour
I sing of the farmers and weavers
And fishermen
And miners as well

Now all you who hear me
I pray you draw near me
Before you grow weary
I will sing of myself

I was brought up in plenty
Until I was twenty
A joy to myself
As the children can be

A joy to my father
A joy to my mother
The pain of my country
Was nothing to me

My school days being over
I became a rover
To Russia and China,
To France and to Spain

I live with my leisure
I lived for my pleasure
And so none the wiser
To England I came

I thought it no danger
To follow a stranger
But with time changing
A friend he became

For the joys of a lover
Can equal no other
Forever anew
And yet always the same

Good fortune attending
We don't like our living
Our children are blessing
Our joy to renew

But to live amid plenty
Can only torment me
When wealth of the country
Belongs to the few

I join with the angry
I join with our hungry
For long years of anguish
The price will be paid

To hate and to anger
I am not a stranger
I welcome the danger
And yet I am afraid

For I fear the fate
Of the rebels and the fighters
Who ransom their future
With torture and pain

As the trial comes near
If I find I can dare it
With joy I will share it
No longer afraid

For I've learnt to be angry
I've learnt to be lonely
I've learnt to be many
I've learnt to be one

I've earned all my friends
Even foes will commend me
I stand with the many
I am not alone

In the presence of fighters
I find a new peace
In the company of workers
Replenish myself

Of miners and weaver
Of rebels and dreamers
When I sing of my brothers
I sing of myself