Where are you tonight Walt Whitman?
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!
