At length the die is cast,
And the Lion’s woke at last,
No longer will he wait, he’ll have it now.
Fellow workmen, let them know,
We won’t have such men as Lowe,
Who treat the working classes all with scorn
Let them try with all their might,
For the working men are right,
And they’ll gain what they’re working for,—Reform.
What stagnation through the land,