VOTE, though your feet are aching 
VOTE, though your back is breaking 
When there are crowds on their feet we'll make heat! 

VOTE through your fear and sorrow
VOTE and maybe tomorrow
You'll see a fair world coming true, it's due

Fight all the hate with glory!
Hide every trace of Tory
Fascists go home, you are out on your own

Now you must keep on trying!
VOTE! What's the use of crying
You'll find that there's an anti-dote
If you just VOTE

Comrade Mrs Bobbie-Jo Treglown

BoNehill-Paine and the BNP
You have a Jewish problem?
Bigots Not Politicians!
You really want to pogrom?
Then I think we have a problem!
No March up Stamford Hill in March
What Jewification?
Your justification! For what?
Are you scared of Jews? Kosher food?
Klezmer music give you the blues?
How about Muslims, Gays and Blacks?
Bet women don't like you either come to that!
You will not pass to preach your shit
Not Stamford Hill not any bit
No inch no way. This is our day
No hate, equal, we integrate
Bonehill-Paine this is not a white state!

The Racist Spread 
Made for crusty, British bread 

Farage, Farage 
You suave fromage 
Mad white folks messiah 
A Mosley visage 

Your followers, bland 
Eat the flavour of fear 
We will never forget 
The last time you were here 

The future is bold 
We have taste, we have vision 
You out-of-date-mould 

Farage, Farage
We are neighbours and friends
Your elite-white-collage?
Marx my words is at end!

Mrs BJ Treglown