To Make Three Guineas Do The Work

Dweller In Yon Dungeon Dark, Hangman Of Creation, Mark! Who In Widow Weeds Appears, Laden With Unhonoured Years, Noosing With Care A Bursting Purse, Baited With Many A Deadly Curse?

The Rank Is But The Guinea's Stamp, The Man's The Gowd For A' That.

Liberty's In Every Blow! Let Us Do Or Die.

Oh Would Some Power The Gift Give Us, To See Ourselves As Others See Us!

Painters And Poets Have Liberty To Lie.