SHAKSPEARE ONCE AGAIN, ADAPTED TO THE SITUATION.

For shame, be friends, and join for that you jar:

'Tis Union and Strikes, my lads, must do

That you affect; and so must you resolve

That what you cannot severally achieve,

United you may manage as you will.

A speedier course than lingering languishment

Must we pursue, and I have found the path.

My lads, a biggish business is in hand;

Together let brave British Bobbies troop:

The City streets are numerous and wealthy,

And many unfrequented nooks there be,

Fitted by kind for violence and theft;

But take you thence, and many a watchful ruffian

Will soon strike home, by force and not by words:

This way, or not at all, stand you in hope.

Come, come, our comrades, with more sluggish wit,

To vigilance and duty consecrate,

Will we acquaint with all that we intend,

And we will so commit them to our cause

That they cannot stand off or "square" themselves;

But to your wishes' height you'll all advance.

The City's courts have houses of ill-fame,

Town's palaces are full of wanton wealth,

The slums are ruthless, ravenous ripe for crime.

Then speak, and strike, brave boys, and take your turn!