That drags "suspects" untried to gaol,
While starving thousands in the realm.
Oh! burst the prison of the "Pale."
Whatever statesman holds the helm.
CHORUS—Hands all round! All despotic laws confound!
Northampton's Freemen, cheer, my friends,
The hope of Britain round and sound!
To all our statesmen who for Right,
Are leaders at the land's desire;
Nor bend nor aid the force of Might,