But where were they, the _gallant_ chiefs, Who led the people on? In vain you searched, for they away To Yankee-land had gone. Among the rebels there were found Some dozen M.P.P.’s; Who now confined in jail may pass The winter at their ease. But to Sir Mac. we now return, From whom we’ve strayed too long; This verse, I think, will just conclude The middle of my song. Mackenzie and his rebel gang In Doel’s brewery met, “A bung-hole pack,” Jim Dalton calls This mischief-brewing set. And there they laid down all their plans Of this great revolution, And destined Rolph to be the head Of their new Constitution. At length unto this crew the Knight A flaming speech addressed, And told the plan which after all Did unto him seem best. Said he: “My true and trusty friends, Though we have promised been Reform these many years, yet we Reform have never seen. “So now, my lads, no longer we In anxious doubt must wait, The time has come for pulling down The Church, the Queen, and State. “For vote by ballot we must have, And stars and garters too, And we must hang Sir Francis Head, With all his Tory crew. “I’ve written round to all my friends That they should ready be, And as of them we are now sure We’ll gain the victory. “The Tories all securely sleep, And dream they’ve naught to fear, Nor little think that to their end They now are drawing near. “John Strachan now is quite at rest, And Robinson likewise; But soon at Freedom’s shrine of them We’ll make a sacrifice. “The red-coats, too, are far away, Removed from every station, And now it is our time to burst From ‘hateful domination.’ “The Yankees also are prepared To lend a helping hand To breed confusion and dismay Throughout this happy land. “And now, my friends, in right good truth, We’ve little time to spare, Go quick, collect your several bands And arm them with great care.” When he had done, all gave a shout To show their courage high, And then obedient to his words In various paths they fly. The blacksmith Lount, he active was Both spears and swords to make, And General Duncombe hoped that soon Fort Malden he might take. Mackenzie to mail-robbing took-- A most delightful trade For one who every blackguard art Erstwhile had well essayed. And when he got three hundred men, All brave ones as himself, He then marched to Toronto town To see and gain some pelf. Their gallant deeds and gallant acts I’m sure I need not tell, How full four hundred armed men _Ran from the College bell_.