Pioneers,
Oh 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, oh 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! Oh pioneers!
Oh 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! Oh pioneers!
We debouch upon a newer mightier world, varied world,
Fresh and strong the world we seize,
Pioneers! Oh pioneers!
Y al final, están usando a Walt Whitman para venderte unos pantalones.
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