However the battle is ended, Though proudly the victor comes, With flaunting flags and neighing nags And echoing roll of drums; Still truth proclaims this motto In letters of living light, No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
Though the heel of the strong oppressor May grind the weak in the dust, And the voices of fame with one acclaim May call him great and just; Let those who applaud take warning And keep this motto in sight, No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
Let those who have failed take courage, Though the enemy seem to have won; If he be in the wrong, though his ranks are strong, The battle is not yet done. For sure as the morning follows The darkest hour of night, No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.
O men, bowed down with labour, O women, young yet old, O heart, oppressed in the toiler’s breast And crushed by the power of gold, Keep on with your weary battle Against triumphant might; No question is ever settled Until it is settled right.