Chlorate of Potassium’s not exactly placid,
When it’s mixed with sugar, Sir, and sulphuric acid.
This a merry business is, but your cruel laws
Say we shan’t use Dynamite to advance the Cause;
Yet we’ll mix our fulminates underneath your eyes,
While the gay Conspirator blows you to the skies.
——:o:——
THE BELLS OF LONDON TOWN
Gay go up and gay go down,
To ring the bells of London town.