My thoughts are as free, as wind o’er the ocean,
And no one can see their form or their motion.
No scholar can map them, no hunger can trap them,
My lips may be still, but I think what I will. (repeat line)
I think as I please, and this gives me pleasure.
My conscience decrees this right I must treasure.
My thoughts will not cater, to duke or dictator,
No captive I’ll be, for my spirit is free. (repeat line)...