Come see pioneers starving on trout
Meet the drunkards of spirit of soil of stout
But old silent fire shall on day be law
A side of romance in us all, final call!
Here their property's? days have gone dim
And for all the royal silver she still won't wed him
Hear the bastards yes among us they go
All flaunting freedom so scarcely known

How i see merrily the unmasking of liberty
As she bows to misery
[oh her open]? hands, the joy of dance
And this pattern across the great quilt
For ages to span

You're a traveler packing for years
Armor of rage and a shower and tears
And you never could see that you were wild and loose
Til a baby blue soldier forbid ya to choose
Now you cry off with these systems and off with these laws
Bring on the seasons traditions and songs
The patterns and cycles we hitchers of stars
Shall reel in adventure to shatter these boors?
To march from these wars

How i see merrily the unmasking of liberty
As she bows to misery
Oh her open? hands, the joy of dance
And this pattern across the great quilt
For ages to span
Oh her open? hands, the joy and the dance
And this pattern across the great quilt
For ages to span