And remember also that in fighting against Man, we must not come to resemble him. Even when you have conquered him, do not adopt his vices. No animal must ever live in a house, or sleep in a bed, or wear clothes, or drink alcohol, or smoke tobacco, or touch money, or engage in trade. Al the habits of Man are evil. And, above al , no animal must ever tyrannise over his own kind. Weak or strong, clever or simple, we are al brothers. No animal must ever kil any other animal. Al animals are equal.

"And now, comrades, I wil tel you about my dream of last night. I cannot describe that dream to you. It was a dream of the earth as it wil be when Man has vanished. But it reminded me of something that I had long forgotten. Many years ago, when I was a little pig, my mother and the other sows used to sing an old song of which they knew only the tune and the first three words. I had known that tune in my infancy, but it had long since passed out of my mind. Last night, however, it came back to me in m y dream. And what is more, the words of the song also came back-words, I am certain, which were sung by the animals of long ago and have been lost to memory for generations. I wil sing you that song now, comrades. I am old and my voice is hoarse, but when I have taught you the tune, you can sing it better for yourselves. It is cal ed Beasts of England." Old Major cleared his throat and began to sing. As he had said, his voice was hoarse, but he sang wel enough, and it was a stirring tune, something between Clementine and La Cucaracha. The words ran: Page 3

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Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken to my joyful tidings Of the golden future time.

Soon or late the day is coming, Tyrant Man shal be o'erthrown, And the fruitful fields of England Shal be trod by beasts alone.

Rings shal vanish from our noses, And the harness from our back, Bit and spur shal rust forever, Cruel whips no more shal crack.

Riches more than mind can picture, Wheat and barley, oats and hay, Clover, beans, and mangel-wurzels Shal be ours upon that day.

Bright wil shine the fields of England, Purer shal its waters be, Sweeter yet shal blow its breezes On the day that sets us free.

For that day we al must labour, Though we die before it break; Cows and horses, geese and turkeys, Al must toil for freedom's sake.

Beasts of England, beasts of Ireland, Beasts of every land and clime, Hearken wel and spread my tidings Of the golden future time.

The singing of this song threw the animals into the wildest excitement. Almost before Major had reached the end, they had begun singing it for themselves. Even the stupidest of them had already picked up the tune and a few of the words, and as for the clever ones, such as the pigs and dogs, they had the entire song by heart within a few minutes.