With all his hireling patriots from Kerry and from Cork.
Now by the golden lips we love, unitedly advance!
Charge Radical with Liberal!—don’t give the foe a chance!
A hundred times we’ve beaten them, now comes a crowning test,
A hundred times we’ve phalanxed close behind that snow white crest.
If now we mean to break their ranks, and beat them, it must be
All of one mind, charging behind our valiant William G.
Methinks the day may yet be ours. Carnarvon hath turned rein;
Hicks-Beach in vain hath paltered, Lord Randolph glozed in vain.
Their ranks are gaping; there be clouds upon each visage pale;