Patriots prefer to lie below
Bed-clothes—without their breeches!
But friends unto the dungeon hie,
No gaoler marks (or peaches),
They hand O'Brien, on the sly,
Another pair of breeches!
Black Balfour's myrmidons are fooled!
A lesson high this teaches:
A plucky people is not ruled
By—stealing patriot's breeches!