Then weeping Ireland dried her tears, and took him at his word,
She knew his cry of Justice! is far mightier than the sword;
His plan it shall not fade and shrink like Prophet Jonah’s gourd,
But triumph still till Briton’s sons are all of one accord
With the bold and faithful Grand Old Man,
Who’ll triumph in the end.
Then Britons rally round his flag and aid him in the fight,
Though foes and traitors show their teeth he does not fear their bite,
For tyrant lords must hide their heads before the people’s might:
Then vote for the good old Liberal cause, for Justice and the right,