Tory knaves oppressed us in the ages long ago,
Tory knaves have left us all a heritage of woe,
Tories now must tumble, for we mean to lay them low,
As we go marching on.
Joseph’s coat of colour now is fluttering in the wind,
Joseph and his brethren are the leaders of the blind,
Joseph and his “gentlemen” must all be left behind
As we go marching on.
Rally round the standard of our great democracy,
Rally round your leader, boys, and on to victory,