And the Locos stand astounded,
While their rule, in ruin founded,
Sinks before the people’s arm.
Steeped in infamous corruption,
Sold to sugar-cane and cotton,
Lo! a nation’s heart is rotten,
And the vampires suck her blood;
O’er our broad and free dominions
Rules the Cotton king whose minions
Clip our fearless eagle’s pinions,