“ As Britons, we Liberty's blessings would crave,
Tho' none knows in what he is held as a slave-
Yes; free to be lazy and get up a strike,
Then live on our neighbour and do what we like!
Equlity, too, is the sum of our song,
But righted to-day, ere to-morrow we're wrong;
For one drops his cash in the Savings' Bank's till,
While another melts his in the Publican's gill. ”

“ Let him crush the fiery worm
⁠That stung the parted Year.
Stillers proud and Brewers bland,
Linked wi’ Tapsters’ balefu’ band,
Pour distruction o'er the land,
⁠And blight the budding Year.
Tempters prowl in ilka place,
Luring youth to dire disgrace ”

“ Drink makes languid hearts beat quicker,
Empty heads sublimely think.
Drink, all slavish toil forgetting,
Drink can make clown a king;
Drink till eyes in joy are setting,
Drink makes sorrow take the wing! ”