And I’ll hie me away at the crow of the cock
To give the good people of England a shock.
“I shall hear how these noble old corpses were killed—
They’ll describe how their innocent claret was spilled;
And I’ll never take breath through my burning harangue
Till the world knows the crimes of the Radical gang.”
Just then a wild tempest broke over the scene—
The bells clanged out midnight, his lordship turned green;
For, with clamour and cry, in their shrouds from their graves,
There arose the dead victims of Radical knaves.