I wonder if they’ll still chant his name,
When the Native’s blood is spilt again?

I wonder if they’ll still shout and cheer,
As the Anger and Wrath draws further near?

Will they dance and jeer upon their feet,
Over the Scarlet stains covering the street?

Will they remain blind to his defiant knavery,
As their children are marched into his slavery?

But the blind, I suppose, will keep following since,
He’s adorned as a glittering and potent Prince.