“Majority we shall obtain, tra la!
By the help of the sons of the plough.”
And that’s what they meant, as you’ll quite understand,
When they promised a cow and three acres of land,
And told-’em-a-lie-or-two, told-’em-a-lie-or-two—
Promised a cow and some land.
They’ve voted for them, and so now, tra la!
My advice to the “clods” is “Away!
And tell ’em you’re sick of the plough,” tra la!
That you’ve come for your acres and cow, tra la!