Let loose your fists in this great work!
Here’s fine amusement for your paws,
Without the dread of police laws.
Let not one Perkinite be found
Encumbering our British ground;
But keep on pelting, banging, mauling,
Until old Beelzy’s den they’re all in.
And I’ll be there and blow war’s trumpet:
Or with death’s kettle-drum will thump it,
Till all’s “confusion, worse confounded”