O, land of my adoption,
Thou fair land of B.C.,
With all thy wealth and beauty
Yet, my heart it bleeds for thee.
For those whom we have put in power
To keep our country free,
Have passed laws contra to our wish
And filled it with Chinese.
Yeah, thou art cursed and sore depressed,
In this we all agree,
Thy heart blood is being sucked
By the Jap and the Chinese.
Ye noble sons of many climes,
How long this insult brood,
How long permit the heathen hoard [sic]
To eat your children's food.
Ye leaders then of laboring men,
Put on your armor bright,
And lead us into victory
Redeeming us our rights.
And now to every son of toil,
And those who sympathise,
I say in your united power
To the occasion rise.
Arise and do your duty,
And be no longer still . . .