Those heartless, greedy absentees,
Who, to live on in luxury,
Their cruel rack-rents seize.
These are the “shameless gang,” ’tis clear,
From whose “red hands” nor “dew nor rain”
Can ever “cleanse the blood again”;
And to whose hearts, so hard and sere,
Appealing is in vain.
Yes, ’tis these landlords, who disdain
To pity, though poor “children die