Our revenge will be the laughter of our children,
Once all the dogs have seen snakes and gone away.
Medusa can sit on rocks, a restful villain.
But not us, no! We don't strive to only slay!
But their evil needs it—they keep smothering.
Though she often sleeps—she’ll always find a way.
Back to Ireland where no one's bothering,
To stop yelling—Is fuath liom an Sasanach.
Medusa sings: “Chains at last are withering.”
