But it is all of no use, we have cooked their goose,
They’ll have no work to do,
They dirty tricks can do, oo-oo,
What I tell you is quite true, oo-oo,
In St. Stephen’s Hall, they will sing small,
We have got no work to do, oo-oo.
For the Liberals, &c.
Now the working-men of England,
May chance to get their rights,
While they have their Champion Gladstone,