Oh, loyal members of the League, kneel at his feet and pray
For him who with a royal hand hath squared the deal to-day.
For the King hath crushed the tyrant bond, the King hath raised the slave,
And mocked the counsel of the just, and the valour of the brave.
Then glory to the dodgy one who crowned New Erin’s Fate,
And raised the cry, “Don’t pay your debts, but rip—REPUDIATE!”
Charles S. is come to marshal us, in all his livery drest,
And he has stuck a landlord’s scalp upon his gallant crest.
He looked upon his creatures with a wary winking eye,
And then upon the Sassenach, and cried, “How’s this for high?”