O’er these jealous mutineers,
For we have our grand old leader, Gladstone, still!
Tramp! tramp! tramp! with him we’re marching!
Forward! we shall win the day!
For we will not flinch nor turn
’Till with purpose grim and stern
We have swept the Paper-Unionists away!
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(Several verses omitted.)
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