Crouch down to the bigotted few;
Now the election is won Reform marches on,
In spite of what Tories can do.
So hurrah for the Black Fleet, hurrah!
For the spinners and weavers also,
Now the banners shall wave, and the music shall play,
And our members in triumph shall go;
The faction that dared to oppose,
Before the voice of the people does fly;
So the victors shall sing till the welkin does ring,