So let elsewhere the thugs of Melbourne writhe
Be it fair a prison doth please me in my dream
And so what be it the commissioner takes power
To wit I would doff my hat
Yes come forth my decent ones and love thy chief so true
Stand up; stand up stand up all traps
Feel safe if integrity rings thy bell
But behold ye all are scrutinised doth it matter not
To find a weed in thy garden a blessed plot
And remember Ned and his mob, you did not fade
Mad dog got his due
Revisiting the will of the people gives Nixon her due