Chorus.
Truth and Right are our weapons, untarnished with stain;
Our forces are ready, trusty and steady—
We’ll vote for the men who can lead the campaign.
Deserted, forgotten, our rights, long ignored,
Have been tossed to the winds for coercion and sword—
The yoke of taxation has burdened our isle.
Our trades and our industries ne’er seem to smile.
We will send forth the men who will zealously toil
To improve the condition of “sons of the soil,”