However the battle is ended, 
Though proudly the victor comes 
With fluttering flags and prancing 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 to 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; 
Tho' the enemy seems to have won, 
Tho' his ranks are strong, if he be in the wrong 
The battle is not yet done; 
For, as sure as the morning follows 
The darkest hour of the night, 
No question is ever settled 
Until it is settled right.

O man bowed down with labor! 
O woman, 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.