But you’ve a principle at stake;
Though fellow-workers, lodged in styes,
Appeal to you for Labour’s sake
To fill their lack,
Shall true bricklayers waive their Right to Slack?
Never! You’ll lay what bricks you choose,
And let the others waste their breath,
These myriads, ranged in weary queues,
Who desperately quote Macbeth:—
“Lay on, Macduff,