(Hey, but he’s civil, isn’t he now, rale-y?)
The Rads don’t seem to care for to take the stump for me,
Hey, willow waly, O!
And what you are there for—oh, well I know the wherefore,
Hey, willow waly, O!
Salisbury—
Prithee, gentle working-man, won’t you vote for me?
(Hey, but I’m hopeful, willow waly),
And leave the Grand Old Man at home to chop his tree,
Hey, willow waly, O?