Mr. Labour planned to give the land, E I E I O, To his rich mates with their cash in hand, E I E I O. With a donor here and a backer there, Here a wink, there a nod, everywhere a sly prod, Old Mr. Labour was quite underhand, E I E I O. But as the farmers rallied round, E I E I O, Mr. Labour’s plans came tumbling down, E I E I O. With a boo here and a hiss there, Here a boo, there a hiss, everywhere a chant and diss, Old Mr. Labour ran from town, E I E I O. And as he fled in self...