And did Old England once, play by the rules,

That nation of shopkeepers, honest folk,

Who shunned smooth-talking charlatans and fools?

Once, solidarity broke the tyrants’ yolk,

When Yeomens’ sabres slashed at Peterloo,

When Murder wore the Mask of Anarchy,

When on Cable Street, at the Workers’ Waterloo,

The Blackshirts’ arrogance met with Unity.

The Many now must rally to defend

Our rights from fiends in innocent blood so drenched:

To Friends of Murder, we’ll no hand extend,

Arabia’s perfumes cannot hide that stench.

Now Number Ten’s become a butcher’s shop,

Where Britons’ hard-won Freedoms face the chop.

Le Uilleam Ó Ceallaigh,

Dé Sathairn, an triú lá is fiche de mhí Lúnasa,

dhá mhíle agus cúig is fiche (23rd August 2025)