For the game was up, and it would’nt pay!
But tenants must shoot, and landlords must die,
Though a dirty Government plays the spy
On the Irish agitation!
Three martyrs lay lock’d in the Sligo gaol,
In the Sligo gaol as the sun went down,
And the loafers set up a discordant wail
For those whose orations were lost to the town!
For tenants must shoot, and landlords must die,
And the sooner they’re potted, the sooner we’ll cry