And bear them down and roll them in the dust.
Heads shall fall right and left, Curzon’s and Chamberlain’s,
Amery’s, Baldwin’s. We’ll have Ormsby’s gore,
Young F. E.’s Birken-head and Carson’s scowl,
Old Devonshire’s yawning mask, and Derby’s jowl;
And Younger on a dung heap shall be thrown
That day when David comes into his own.
All:
Away. Away. We’ll to the fray, amain;
And see Welsh David cleanse the land again.