No Farmer goes to farm
A Farmer's holiday
Every farmer is calm
On the yam festival day.
There is much to eat
As well as to drink.
This is the month of May,
And the yam festival day.
There is drumming and dancing
And plenty for all to eat,
The moon comes out in full
To add gaiety to it all.
The old friends are met
And new ones are made,
In the excitement that reigns

For this is the festival day.
The Chief comes out in state
Majestically, beautifully robed
Carrying a palanquin sword in hand,
For this is the festival day.