So they sent out for the Serjeants, the Serjeants of Police,
The Constables of Manchester, in the interests of Peace.
They bade them pick those members up,
And wipe the blood away,
Whilst others washed each inky stain
From off the floor that day.
But when they picked the foemen up
No man alive could tell
Which of the two was Cochrane,
Nor which of them was Bell!