They are Five by W. E. G. (D. Bogue. London. 1880.)
Plainly as tolls disruption’s chime
Our fears we’ll keep quiet and vote in time.
Soon as the polling hours begin,
We’ll vote our St. Gladstone “items” in.
Poll, brothers, poll! events run fast,
Defeat may be near, and our day be past.
Why should we “union” flags unfurl?
We’ll not spend a breath their blue folds to curl,