love the earth

Awake, arise, the hour is come,
For rows and revolutions;
There's no receipt like pike and drum
For crazy constitutions.
Close, close the shop! Break, break the loom,
Desert your hearths and furrows,
And throng in arms to seal the doom
Of England's rotten boroughs
We'll stretch that tort' ring Castlereagh
On his own dublin rack, sir;
We'll drown the King Eau de vie,
The Laureate in his sack, sir;
Old Eldon and his sordid hag
In molten gold we'll smother,
And stifle in his own green bag
The Doctor and his brother.

(Thomas Babington
Lord Macaulay - Horatius Keeps The Bridge)

To be continued