Go to the barracks, and give all the soldiers some,
Tell them the sailors are all in a mutiny.
(Exit Drummer Boy, with handbills, and half-a-crown, mane Soldiers’ Friend.)
Liberty’s friends thus all learn to amalgamate,
Freedom’s volcanic explosion prepares itself,
Despots shall bow to the fasces of liberty.
Reason, philosophy, “fiddledum diddledum,
Peace and fraternity, higgledy, piggledy,
Higgledy, piggledy, “fiddledum, diddledum.”
Et cetera, et cetera, et cetera.