Oh hear the rabid turncoat
Just how he does rant and rail
He'd shoot the flaming lot of them
And hang them ower the pale.

He sees no good in others
Aye looking for the bad
He's shouting on street corners
He really looks quite mad.

There is good and bad in all men
It really gets my goat
When folk stop seeing people
And judge the blooming coat

Tis the thought of revolution
It allows a man to kill
The man who was his neighbour
And bore him no ill will