And there, perhaps, some seed is sown
The British blood might proudly own.
Trust not the Tories and their pranks,
Despite the tales their leader tells;
In Irish hearts and Irish ranks
The old, strong love of justice dwells!
But Tory force and Tory fraud
Would crimson swift Rebellion’s sword!
Renounce the Paper Union Creed!
Our party, though now in the shade,