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The bright old day now dawns again; the cry runs through the land,

In England there shall be dear bread – in Ireland, sword and brand;

And poverty, and ignorance, shall swell the rich and grand,

So, rally round the rulers with the gentle iron hand,

Of the fine old English Tory days; Hail to the coming time!

Charles Dickens, The Fine Old English Gentleman