Pioneers! O pioneers!
Come, my tan-faced children
Follow well in order, get your weapons ready;
Have you your pistols?
have you your sharp edged axes?
Pioneers! O pioneers!
For we cannot tarry here
We must march my darlings, we must bear the brunt of danger
We, the youthful sinewy races, all the rest on us depend
Pioneers! O pioneers!
O you youths, western youths
So impatient, full of action, full of manly pride and friendship
Plain I see you, western youths, see you tramping with the foremost
Pioneers! O pioneers!