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!
