March! march! march to the poll my boys;
Reformers and Free-men, march forward in order:
March! march! conq'ring Free Traders all;
Drive the young Tory Lord over the border.
Come from the forge, where your metals are heating:
Come from the mines, where your minerals abound:
Come from the workshops, where hammers are beating:
Come from wherever a voter is found.
Bilston and Willenhall; Darlaston, one and all,
From Tory dominion our country deliver;
Formed in one noble band, shout--join'd in heart and hand--
"Free Trade, Reform, LORD PAGET for ever!"
March! march! &c.
Too long has our county in bondage been lying;
Too long has our voice in the Senate been lost.
Then up boys and work; there is nothing like trying;
Resolve to be free at whatever the cost.
Will you for Tory pelf, basely degrade yourself?
Shall we be slaves again? never! O never!
Rouse up Electors then, vote for--like honest men--
"Free Trade, Reform, and LORD PAGET for ever!"
March! march! &c.
Often of old have our sires bled for glory;
But we will be wiser though worthy as they.
We will stand for the right; and Old England's proud story
Shall tell of our conquest in bloodless affray.
Then for freedom and worth, we will boldly go forth,
And rush to the poll like a stream to the river;
Making, in mighty sound, from hill and dale rebound,
"Free Trade, Reform, and LORD PAGET for ever!"
March! march! &c.
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