Here, beneath this Naalya soil,
Rests the blood of Uganda Martyrs,
As they went through thirst,
Bare knuckles and backs on the ground,
And so goes “ Namugongo”
Pulling, dragging as tears rolled,
Yearning and begging “Naalyako?”
Again biseaching to eat,
Before they died,
In a show of firery feat!
Like Gonzaga Gonza,
Whose breath flew away,
And so is the Church built,
In Naalya,
Crying and begging,
Naalyako?
The stars were seen hanging,
During day light,
Yet the sun shone bright in the sky!
