Once in Royal London’s City
Stood a queer new government
Tory toffs had jump’d into bed
With Lib Dems of Con intent
David was their Premier
Niklaus Clegg their poodle dear.
They came to us from the big banks
Where shiny dollar is king
Their deep pockets soon they would line
And their mates make a killing
While the poor and sick and lowly
End up in a mess most unholy.
Too soon austerity took hold
All the money run away
Savage cuts all across the board
Now the order of the day
But the NHS top’d the pile
Ring fenced funds for rank and file!
As our patients are our mirror
So their needs are our concern
But toffs care not one little bit
Money’s all they can discern
Blind they remain to our sadness
As they rejoice in their richness.
And our eyes at last shall see them
Robber barons as they are
For those toffs once so meek and mild
Praise Old Hacksaw as their star
Bless’d are the meek, the toffs do sing,
For they shall make our good tills ring!
Not on our lowly cash-strapp’d wards
Where the HCAs cower
Will our patient, in mortal fear
Stand a chance of sweet succour
Not a nurse to ease the pains
Just those empty Con-Dem refrains…