"We marched to the Cowpens, Campbell was there,
Shelby, Cleveland, and Colonel Sevier;
Men of renown, sir, like lions, so bold—
Like lions undaunted, ne'er to be controlled.
We set out on our march that very same night;
Sometimes we were wrong, sometimes we were right;
Our hearts being run in true liberty's mold,
We valued not hunger, wet, weary, or cold.
On the top of King's Mountain the old rogue we found,
And, like brave heroes, his camp did surround;