1.

Come all you men of Watergate,
And rise up now upon your feet,
And sing the praise of Peter Tait,
The Mayor of all of us.
'Tis sure our city will be great,
With finery down every street,
Because of all that Peter Tait,
Does for the likes of us.

Chorus.

For he is worthy of a seat,
And you will find he won't be bate,
So cast your vote for Peter Tait,
He'll save the likes of us.

2.

The ships unloading
Corn and wheat,
Prosperity will be our fate,
If only noble Peter Tait,
Would sit for men like us.
On Sunday we'll have
Spuds and meat,
They'll have to close
The poorhouse gate,
When we've a man like Peter Tait,
To lead the likes of us.

(Chorus).

3.

When women
With fine silks parade,
Then young men bold
Will find a mate,
And they can thank old Peter Tait,
Who works for all of us.
Your childer in a hearty state,
The bailiff never at the gate,
When we've a man like Peter Tait,
To speak for all of us.

(Chorus).

4.

Come all you men of Watergate,
And rise up now upon your feet,
And sing the praise of Peter Tait,
The Mayor of all of us.
The peelers always on their beat,
The lamps they will illuminate
The streets when noble Peter Tait,
Will sit for men like us,

Final chorus:

So gather round and don't be late,
Take note of the election date,
And put your mark by Peter Tait,
He'll sure do well for us.