text:  What though the bigots of the bench declared their treason vile-- What though they languish'd slowly in the felon's distant isle-- Shall we the children of Reform withhold our just applause From those who loved the people and of course despised the laws? We'll rear a stately monument--we'll build it fair and high And on the porch this graven verse shall greet the passers-by-- "IN HONOUR OF THE MARTYRS WHO THE BATTLE FIRST BEGAN FOR THE CAUSE OF JUST FRATERNITY AND THE EQUAL RIGHTS OF MAN!" 'Twill be a proud memorial when we have pass'd away Of old Dun-Edin's loyalty and the Civic Council's sway; And it shall stand while earth is green and skies are summer blue Eternal as the sleep of those who fell at Peterloo! Were I a chosen Councillor--a tetrarch of the town I'd drag from off their pedestals these Tory statues down; I'd make a universal sweep of all that serves to show How vilely the aristocrats have used us long ago