Since first the dirty Antifa traitors, their foul Anarchic riots began,

When all o' them treacherous alligators, commenced the row at Portland-Town.

Columbia's flag—the Star of Freedom—still has ruled on land and sea;

Say, Fools may rave, but never heed them—to bate our foes we know the way!

Militia-men we have by Millions, leaders trusty, true, and brave;

For the Boog'loo they arouse, and all would die our flag to save.

Some are down in Carolin', they kept Antifa's host at bay;

On them there to draw the reins, we quickly showed we knew the way!

Gallant Kyle, a hero truly, at Kenosha the foe he met;

And there he gave them Ballyhooly—Oh, how are you, BLM?

Yes, he was a fighter thorough—that's a fact that none can gainsay;

Antifa met his cold, cold steel, to rout them there he knew the way!

But to call the list of fame, I haven't room now in my song,

For, now, to go through each Hero's name, 't would keep me singing all night long,

But of one more I will be telling, and who should be restored straightway,

To put an end to this Tyr'nny—Donnie T., he knows the way!