“Shall Sarum always crouch beneath
Some Boroughmonger’s rod?
Or shall we still subservient be
To petty tyrant’s nod?
Indignantly forbit it all,
Forbid it, hearts so true,
And shew us, at your country’s call,
What Sarumites can do.
We’ve scorned corruption – scorn’d to bend
At Baa’ls shrine the knee;
We’ll quell opression in her might;
We’ve sworn we will be free.
The great, the good, throughout the land,
Extol the deeds we’ve done,
And call us to complete the work
We’ve gallantly begun.
Then rise, Reformers, Sarum’s friends!
Stand forth, ye tried and true,
And show us, at your city’s call,
What Sarum’s men can do.”
(In imitation of New Cornish Reform Song – “One and All”)
12th August, 1969