1 We splintered our axes, and brought Our hatchets all to the same plight. But the duke of Chow meant, when eastward he went, What was wrong in those four States to right. Oh! the pity was great Which he felt for their state!

2 Our axes and chisels we broke To pieces, and splintered and rent. But the duke of Chow meant, when eastward he went, The four States all reformed to present. Oh! the pity was good That on them he bestowed!

3 Our axes we broke, and our clubs To fragments were splintered and split. But the duke of Chow meant, when eastward he went, The four States in close union to knit. Oh! the pity was rare That he showed for them there!