Unity and piety were adore
Love stay still in Ore
Baba agba whisper the itan
Creating a story for our son
The village at first
Love stay at birth
Agbomiregun and his son
Discover nothing but Odua
Ile-Ife, the then city of love
Dispersed nothing but solved
Suddenly the massive exodus
Pulled out the prophecy on us.
Egoistic nature of the sons
Pride overcome the daughters
Making Odua home princeless
Subjecting Oranmiyan to Princess
After the Seven sons departure
And Seven kingdom were fashioned out
Will Ile-Ife still have her Aremo?
Will Obaluaye still claim the Apere?
Till the return of Oranmiyan
The Obalufe must duro sinsin
In the revival of the glory
Which must unite Ile-Ife
And Ooni must wield his Ase
uniting the Yoruba race
For the empire of Alaafin must stay front
And the Alake must Pase
Leaving not the Awujale
Whose kingdom befriend the Akarigbo
Till it gets to my home town
Where Timi Agbale the fierce warlord
Rule over the great Ede.
Where our forefathers fought with love
Uniting their hearts with word.
The great jagun jagun of Oyo
Blessed with Ofa Ina
Olofa-Ina indeed
Is the great Oba of Ede.
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