When tyranny's detested power|
Had leagued with superstition,
And bigot James, in evil hour,
Began his luckless mission
Still here survived the sacred flame,
Here freedom's sons did rally,
And consecrate to deathless fame
The men of Skinner's Alley.
2. When William came to set them free
3. And here, through each revolving year,|
The sacred flame was cherished;
Though lost in factions's fearful fray,
It once had nearly perished.
Until our fathers' spirits rose
While knaves stood shilly shally
Then did we sing "God Save the King."
We men of Skinner's Alley.
4. And oft may we repeat that toast
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