And my serfs live on water and roots,
While I feast on the best of good things!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
(Chorus of the Editors of The Nation)
Yes, you are the poor man's scourge!
But of such the whole island we'll purge!
II.
A despot, and strong one, am I,
Since a Drummond no longer is here,
To my "duties" to point ev'ry eye,
Though of "rights" I wish only to hear—
Though of "rights" I wish only to hear!
If conspiracies I apprehend,
To throw off my rack-renting rule,
For a "Special Commission" I send,
To my friends of the old Tory school!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
(Chorus of the Editors of The Nation)
Yes, you are the poor man's scourge!
But of such the whole island we'll purge!
III.
I prove to the world I'm a man,
In a way very pleasant to show;
I debauch all the tenants I can,
And of b——ds I have a long row—
And of b——ds I have a long row!
My cottiers must all cringe to me,
Nor grudge me the prettiest lass;
Or they know very well that they'll see
Their hovels as flat as the grass!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
For I am the poor man's scourge!
(Chorus of the Editors of The Nation)
Yes, you are the poor man's scourge!
But of such the whole island we'll purge!
