DOLE THE BELL! BELL THE DOLE!
Whom can these duds attack?
Soapy Sime? Slipp'ry Mac?
Naught but a shirt is there
Such as the fascists wear,
Never the man inside
Moving a nation-wide
Disgust with hokum.
Plenty to right of 'em,
Plenty to left of 'em,
Yeh! What is left of 'em,
Boozy, uncertain.
See how they take it all, .
Down there in Clerkenwall
Readin' th' pypers!
Syrup and soothing dope,
Sure, they can live on hope,
Ain't yeh got precedent ?
Ten years and twelve years gone,
Ten more and nothing done,
GOD save Britannia!
'Syrup and soothing dope, Sure, they can live on hope' - loved these lines.
A poem that rang true at that time of uncertainty? ....well penned
everything is going to utmost ruin; yet, we hatch on the egg of belief on uncertain celestial power!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
See how they take it all! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.