We've Redmond, doughty dog;
Thomas and those twin towers of strength,
Pringle and whole-souled Hogge;
And Outhwaite—not our dearest foe,
Bulgar or Bosch or Turk,
Could wish to plant a ruder blow
For Britain's Right to Shirk.
"And, lastly, should the Tyrant storm
The pass for which we fight,
It must be o'er the riddled form