And Law, in them, defy,—
We, fourteen thousand Union men,
And not men to say die.
Matters of moment still we’ll make,
Of chasuble and stole;
With Tooth, in teeth of Law, we’ll take
The Mass of Rome for goal.
While we scorn Tait and Cairns and Pen,
And power of Law defy,—
In Union’s name Disunion Men,