And I’m sure I expect to be taken home dead,
And for me it will not be a lark.
Now don’t go says Walley, to you I declare,
Against us you know they’ve a spite,
The people mean business, so I shan’t go there,
Not in Hyde Park, on that Monday night.
In busses the Poleaxes hurried along,
And when they arrived they were five thousand strong,
But during the night you couldn’t see one,
Interfere with our friends in Hyde Park.