By way of variety they sang several other things, including: 'We'll hang ole Closeland On a sour apple tree, and 'Rally, Rally, men of Windley For Sweater's sure to win. As they passed the big church in Quality Street, the clock began to strike. It was one of those that strike four chimes at each quarter of the hour. It was now ten o'clock so there were sixteen musical chimes: Ding, dong!
Hang old Closeland on a tree! Adam Sweater is our man, And we'll have him if we can, Then we'll always have the biggest loaf for tea. The spectacle presented by these men some of them with grey heads and beards as they marked time or tramped along singing this childish twaddle, would have been amusing if it had not been disgusting.
If they were Tariff Reformers the Liberals mobbed them, and vice versa. Lines of rowdies swaggered to and fro, arm in arm, singing, 'Vote, Vote, Vote, for good ole Closeland' or 'good ole Sweater', according as they were green or blue and yellow. Gangs of hooligans paraded up and down, armed with sticks, singing, howling, cursing and looking for someone to hit.
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