(Lyrics: A. Hunt. Music: A. Stainer)
A mob of thugs and political fanatics / Angry young men with bullying tactics / They are Know Nothings with no sympathy / They demand a blood oath to show loyalty / With clubs and knives they fight on the street / The Bloody Tubs slaughter those who are weak
The boys are ready for the Mobtown Riot (Boys are ready for the Mobtown Riot!) / All riled up and feeling defiant / The boys are ready for the Mobtown Riot (Boys are ready for the Mobtown Riot) / On Pratt Street there's no peace or quite
Sound the alarm to a fire on Thames! / But the row house grows engulfed in flames / Rival gangs feud over the hydrant / Good citizens are left to watch in silence / Called to fight fire, but they fight each other / The Plug Uglies leave a family to suffer
They yield the power of hook and ladder / But the party line is all that matters / They back the candidates who corrupt / Add violent acts to disrupt / They control the votes through a sense of dread / The Rip Rap crew left two men dead
On Pratt Street there’s no peace or quiet.