Sing a song of Dynamite, pack it up in bags,
Rattle it in railway trains, drop it on the flags;
Let it go in luggage vans ’mid all harmless loads;
Never mind the consequence if the stuff explodes.
Here’s to Nitro-glycerine! store it in a cask.
Making it, says Chemistry, is an easy task;
Though it’s reckoned dangerous, let it flood the floors,
Startling the detective coves prying at the doors.
Fulminating Mercury goes off with a noise,
Fit for little Fenians like a baby’s toys;