Which copes the neo-Tory clique!
The man is coming whom they seek!
Ring out fools'-bells, and let him come!
Ring out the old, ring in the new.
Ring jangling bells a Bedlam chime;
'Tis the true Simon Pure this time;
Ring in the chief of Gnatdom's crew!
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Ring out old pride in race and blood,
That kept the fierce old fighters right;