In a land of iron bondage,
Bound by chains I cannot break,
Scorned by every honest dotard?—
Yet some day my wrath I’ll slake!
Wait awhile, boys! Go ahead! &c.
Richly fed and richly clothed,
Was the honest greasy fool,
Who in judgment sat upon me;
He, of tyrant’s wretched tool,
Ne’er, forsooth, stole fruit or kerchief;