And the bread tax loaf we’ll soon devour,
That caus’d such desolation.
So men and women and children too,
Rejoice, you’ll soon have work to do,
In spite of all the bread tax crew;—
Rejoice—they are defeated.
Your teeth must soon commence the mill,
And grind away with right good will,
Your bellies every one can fill
With puddings, pies, and dumplings,