They fancy we're Radical rum 'uns!
Allaygiance we owe to our QUEEN!
But we're fly to their thraitorous dodges;
Our loyalty's edge would they dull?
Fwit! We'll pour like a flood from our Lodges,
And crack every "National" skull!
Ri fol didder rol didder rol!
We're all friends of Law and of Order,
But would they wrench us from the Crown?
We'll soon be a-singing "Boyne Water,"