Then do traitors still dwell on Columbia's fair shore,
If they do, let them dwell in her borders no more!
Those heroes, who bravely on the Wabash had fought,
Who for glory successfully nobly had sought,
Where the favor denied of asserting their wrongs,
And deprived of that right which to freemen belongs.
Chorus
Then if treason still dwell on Columbia's fair shore,
O let it be known in her borders no more!
Is it true that our soldiers were wrongfully us'd?
Is it true that they've been by their General abus'd?
Is it true that an army so gallant were sold?
Is it true that Columbians were barter'd for gold?
Chorus
If it is, then does treason still dwell on our shore,
But let it be known in our country no more!
Ye heroes who fought by the side of brave Floyd,
Ye heroes, conducted to glory by Boyd,
Think not that your brethren will quietly bear,
From your brows that a traitor your laurels should tear.
Chorus
No—if treason still dwell on Columbia's fair shore,
It shall soon be expell'd to reside here no more.