For never yet was it more hard to follow simple right.
But when our standard-bearer the old, old flag hath ta’en,
Blazoned “Be just, and fear not!” flag that never flew in vain;
Up with it high, unfurl it wide, that all the host may know
Though with the League we won’t intrigue, to Ireland we’re no foe.
Then rally round whilst trumpets sound their challenge far and free;
Broad let it wave, a banner brave, for gallant William G.
Ho! Ladies of the Primrose, whose hearts for victory yearn,
Weep, weep for the majority you struggled to return.
Ho! Cecil, twist to Tory sense the verdict of the polls,