Alf’s 3. Bit

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!