They will get no rent in shape of tenths,
Nor get no nice tythe pigs:
And the little boys will them get at,
I say, old boy, I’ll have your hat;
You have lost your tythes, and sarve you right,
You will have no work to do.
Yes, they will be licked clean off their perch,
If they capsize the Irish Church,
For Gladstone will give them the sack,
They’ll have no work to do.