And so, for England's sake we sang no more.
No longer now the hideous truth is hid:
The man is nothing but a Pacifist;
And, what is worse, he draws four hundred quid
For representing views which don't exist,
Although in Parliament, without his poker,
I'm glad to see they would not hear the croaker,
But when he talked they only howled and hissed.
And now all Hammersmith with zeal prepares
To make a night of it when next we sing;