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.    Heavenís 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 capitalís bourgeois malaise    And trekked through the wilderness for fourteen days    'Til I found the guerillas 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.