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Hawke's Bay Times, Volume IX, Issue 483, 10 June 1867, Page 3

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■ buNU UP A JiE.il) CiiSi’Jlii. ■I'OW is your tuno for froodom, plate and Jotrols, i v . gold an’ notes, Bs strike for liberty, me boys, an’cut your betters' I throats; * a ' Zß ui)oa the arsenals, and fire the magazines, Kna blow tho base aristocrats up into smithereens. fcUb thy fellow-countrymen, let’s murder all the ■ praists, fee parsons and tho ministers, and all those kind f o’ baists. fee nobles and the gentry vre’U hang on their own I trees, ’em -,vo can catch, and above the abs m> - Ltees. ® troops that march against us mil inuaa4iste)v r retire, Cpon them when we open with a volley or Greek ft fire. |he corpses of their comrades win be left upon B the plain; (* then we wiU in glory pick the pockets of the slain. »t should we be defeated by Misfortune’s <rrnel fate, ith mighty little punishment ’tisjikely we shall mate; ley dare not hang for thrasoa now. nor head off shoulders dock, tie gallows is a bugaboo; a praty for the block! nt there Is Colonel Nelson, boys, and there’s i Lieutenant Brand: > trial for their life, bedud, is what they’ve got to stand. [ow they stamp out rebellion, sure, their likes will take good care, 6eing what throuble that has brought on them and Mr Lyre. .ack Stuart Mill for ever, and hurroo for friend Jack Bright! access to the Committee philo-black and antiwhite ! lang them that crushes rebels in tho service of the Crown, L&d then who’ll be the boys to put the Fenian Brothers down? —Punch.