While The Billy BoilsSearchChris Watson, of the Parliament,By his Caucus Gods he sworeThat the great Labor PartyShould suffer wrong no more.By his Caucus Gods he swore it,And named a trysting day,And bade his Socialists ride forth,East and west and south and north,To summon his array.
East and west and south and northThe Socialists ride fast,And every town in New South WalesHas heard their trumpet’s blast.Shame to the false electorWho lingers in his hole,While Watson and his myrmidonsAre riding to the poll.
Then up spake brave Horatius Gould,And a Liberal proud was he,“Now, who will stand on either handAnd face the foe with me?”Then out spake bold Herminius Millen,And Walker out spake he,“We will abide on either sideAnd win a seat with thee.”
“’Tis well”, quoth brave Horatius,“As thou sayest, so let it be.”And straight against the proletaireForth went the dauntless three.(Issue impending)