I'LL tell you of a mighty man,
Ranting Fergus, Roaring Fergus,
I'll tell you of a mighty Man,
A physical force ranger.
He proves himself a rnighty Mars,
He's cover'd o'er with cuts and scars,
In fighting out the people's wars,
He laughs at death and danger.
Right too rol loo, &c.
Poor little John, dont try it on,
With fighting Fergus, fighting Fergus,
Poor little John, don't try it on,
'Twill never do, do, coercion.
I'll tell you one thing if not two,
At Manchester, once in a row,
He wounded ninety-three I trow,
That's physical exertion.
Right too rol loo, &c.
When Johnny pass'd his gagging bill,
Sleepy Fergus, Drowsy Fergus,
When Johnny passed his gagging bill,
Poor Fergus he were napping.
Just rouse the Lion in a crack,
He'd drive the gagger all aback,
Odd zounds he'd give it paddy whack,
But when 'twere gone, no stopping.
Right too rol loo, &c.
Now comes the People's Charter forth,
Lying Fergus, Lying Fergus,
Now comes the People's Charter forth,
He made strange calculation.
He, frowning daggers, stated that,
Five million names lay signed flat,
They prov'd him false and nail'd poor Pat,
This caus'd its ruination.
Right too rol loo, &c.
I'm serious grown, it must be shown,
Shabby Fergus, Shabby Fergus,
I'm serious grown, it must be shown,
I'll vent my spleen, so here goes.
Fergus avaunt, leave Poor John Bull,
Thy Land Scheme and his empty skull,
He's poor enough, thy pockets full,
So leave us, Lousy Fergus.
Right too rol loo, &c.
