The millions of the British race
Still bear the slave-mark on their face!
That, save a few of Norman blood,
The mass are swallowed by a flood
Of tyranny and priestcraft still,
As gross as in the days of “Will,”
The first of Normans, now so famed,
Who well the conqueror has been named.
Of thirty millions whom I quote,
Scarce half a million have a vote;