"My name is Francis Marion.
I fought the British Redcoats in '76 - hiding in the Carolina swamps by day
and surprising them with swift strikes at night.
They called me a tricky swamp fox, so a Swamp Fox I became."

Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox! Tail on his hat,
Nobody knows where The Swamp Fox's at.
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Hiding in the glen, he runs away to fight again.

I fire a gun the birds take wing.
There startled cries a signal clear.
My men march forth to fight the king.
And leave behind there loved ones dear.

Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox! Tail on his hat,
Nobody knows where The Swamp Fox's at.
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Hiding in the glen, he runs away to fight again.

We had no lead, we had no powder. Always fought with an empty gun.
Only made us shout the louder. We are men of Marion.
We had no cornpone, had no honey. All we had was Continental money.
Wouldn't buy nothing worth beans in the pot. Roasted ears and possum was all we go.

Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox! Tail on his hat,
Nobody knows where The Swamp Fox's at.
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Hiding in the glen, he runs away to fight again.

We had no blankets, had no bed. Had no roof above our head.
We get no shelter when it rains. All we got is Yankee brains.
The Redcoats fight in a foreign land. Their hearts are far across the sea.
They never try to understand. We fight for home and liberty.

Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox! Tail on his hat,
Nobody knows where The Swamp Fox's at.
Swamp Fox! Swamp Fox!
Hiding in the glen, he runs away to fight again.