A hundred men were marching
Though they not know where
They had to keep their own time
Marching pair by pair

A hundred women were grieving
Though they not know why
They had to tend their own hearts
If only they could cry
 

A  hundred chiefs were planning
But no one knew for sure
If the left hand knew the difference
From the right hand any more

A hundred chiefs were feasting
On the taxes that they stored
And the money that's left over
Financed the marching mans war.