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Chris Watson, of the Parliament, By his Caucus Gods he swore That the great Labor Party Should suffer wrong no more. By his Caucus Gods he swore it, And named a trysting day, And bade his Socialists ride forth, East and west and south and north, To summon his array.
East and west and south and north The Socialists ride fast, And every town in New South Wales Has heard their trumpet's blast. Shame to the false elector Who lingers in his hole, While Watson and his myrmidons Are riding to the poll.