Lyrics:
We follow where the Swamp Fox guides
His friends and merry men are we
And when the British Tories ride
We burrow in the cypress trees
Our home is where they fear to tread
Our roof the treetops overhead
The viper’s lair our only bed
We ride, we hide, we strike again
Some White, some Black, Marion’s men
Now pile on the brush and roll the log
Hard pillow for a soldier’s head
That’s half the time in brake and bog
We’ll find our slumber when we’re dead
The Swamp Fox whispers, never shouts
In our camp or on the scout
This wily soldier of the south
We ride, we hide, we strike again
Some White, some Black, Marion’s men
We hide by day and shun the light
But quick to strike the sudden blow
We mount and start in early night
Through the swamp we track our foe
The Swamp Fox leads through vines and reeds
He smells the air, he tests the breeze
He guides his steed with martial ease
We ride, we hide, we strike again
Some Black, some White, Marion’s men
The owl is hooting in the night
See their campfire burning bright
We move in quietly toward the site
The gator joins us for a bite
Without a sound, without a breath
Our horses muzzled quiet as death
We ready sword and bayonet
Our bugle blows, now off we go
We spur our chargers toward the foe
Toward the clearing, through the trees
Ready for the strife are we
And there he cowers, filled with fright
Dreads our blades, he dreads the fight
Runs for cover of the night
We ride, we hide, we strike again
Some White, some Black, Marion’s men
Some White, some Black, Marion’s men