O, My Luve Is Like A Red,

Oatcakes Are A Delicate Relish When Eaten Warm With Ale.

It Is Cruelty To Be Humane To Rebels, And Humanity Is Cruelty.

Here's To Us, Who's Like Us Damn Few, And They're All Dead.

By Oppression's Woes And Pains! By Your Sons In Servile Chains! We Will Drain Our Dearest Veins, But They Shall Be Free! Lay The Proud Usurpers Low! Tyrants Fall In Every Foe! Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die!

Oh, Stay, Sweet Warbling Woodlark, Stay, Nor Quit For Me The Trembling Spray, A Hapless Lover Courts Thy Lay, Thy Soothing, Fond Complaining.