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Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose |
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The summer was over the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find The times were oppressive and well it be known That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down 'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout The prince of the party who revelled from home Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill And close to his elbow was placed Bonny (?) Will Their instantly followed a numerous train As cheerful as bold Robin Hood's merry men Sworn to remedy a capital fault And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt From Dudley to Walso (?) they trippet (?) along And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng Women and children wherever they go Shouting out 'Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!' With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined The markets to lower their flattering design Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get Little else at their meals but potatos to eat For bread hard they labor, good things never carve And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve Such other feelings in every land Nothing necessities coal can withstand And riots are certain to sadden the year When six penny loaves are three pound as up here |
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No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood
His feats I do little admire I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd Now the hero of Nottinghamshire. Brave Ludd was to measures of violence unused 'till his sufferings became so severe That at last to defend his own interest he rose And for the great fight did prepare. The guilty may fear but no vengeance he aims At the honest man's life or estate His wrath is entirely confined to wide frames And to those that would prices abate. Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die By unanimous vote of the trade And Ludd who can all opposition defy Was the grand executioner made. And when in the work he destruction employs Himself to no method confines By fire and by water he gets them destroyed For the elements aid his designs. Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway Or closely secured in a room He shivers them up by night and by day And nothing can soften their doom. Ye may censure great Ludd's disrespect for the laws Who ne'er for a moment reflects That foul imposition alone was the cause Which produced these unhappy effects. Let the haughty the humble no longer oppress Then shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword His grievances instantly meet with redress Then peace shall be quickly restored. Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice Nor e'er their assistance withdraw Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price Is established by custom and law. Then the trade when this arduous contest is o'er Shall raise in full splendor its head And colting and cutting and swearing no more Shall deprive all his workers of bread. |
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A hundred years, a thousand years, we're marching on the road
The going isn't easy yet, we've got a heavy load, oh we've got a heavy load The way is blind with blood and sweat, and death sings in our ears But time is marching on our side, we will defeat the years, oh we will defeat the years We men of bone of shrunken shank, our only treasure doth, Women who carry at their breast heirs to the hungry earth, oh heirs to the hungry earth Speak with one voice, we march, we rest, and march again upon the years Sons of our sons are listening to hear the Chartist cheers Oh, to hear the Chartists cheers |
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(Chorus)
'Poverty poverty knock,' my loom is a saying all day Poverty poverty knock, gaffer's too skinny to pay Poverty poverty knock, keeping one eye on the clock I know I can guttle when I hear my shuttle go, 'poverty poverty knock' Up every morning at five, I wonder that we keep alive Tired and yawning another cold morning It's back to the dreary old drive. (Repeat chorus) Oh dear we're going to be late Gaffer is stood at the gate We're out of pocket, our wages they'll docket We'll have to buy grub on the slate (Repeat chorus) And when our wages they bring, we're often short of a string While we are fighting with gaffer for snatching We know to his brass he will cling (Repeat chorus) Sometimes a shuttle flies out and gives some poor woman a clout There she lies bleeding but nobody's heeding Oh who's going to carry her out? (Repeat chorus) Oh dear, my poor head it sings I should have woven three strings My threads are breaking and my back is aching Oh dear, I wish I had wings Poverty poverty knock Poverty poverty knock Poverty poverty knock |
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Have you been to work at Idris?
No we won't go in today! For we're standing by our comrade And we'll never run away She stood bravely by the Union And she spoke up for us true And if she gets the sack No we never shall go back What e'er they do, what e'er they do Now you boys who're washing bottles It really is a shame To take the place of women Don't you think you are to blame? Come with us and join the Union Never heed what Idris say We are out to right the wrong And now we shan't be long Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray Master Willy, master Willy You must give in once again It was wrong to sack a woman With two children to maintain Thirteen years she's faithful served you Though she was three minutes late But our little sister Anne Why she never checked the man At the gate, at the gate Oh you great king in the palace And you statesman at the top When you're drinking soda water Or imbibing ginger pop Think of some who work at Idris For very little pay And who only get nine bob For a most unpleasant job Alackaday, alackaday Now then girls all join the Union Whatever you may be In pickles, jam, or chocolates Or packing pounds of tea For we all want better wages And this is what we say 'We are out to right the wrong' 'And now we shan't be long' 'Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray' |
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If you want to find the general
I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the general I know where he is He's pinning another medal on his chest I saw him, I saw him Pinning another medal on his chest Pinning another medal on his chest If you want to find the colonel I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the colonel I know where he is He's sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut I saw him, I saw him Sitting in comfort stuffing his bloody gut If you want to find the seargent I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the seargent I know where he is He's drinking all the company rum I saw him, I saw him Drinking all the company rum Drinking all the company rum If you want to find the private I know where he is I know where he is I know where he is If you want to find the private I know where he is He's hanging on the old barbed wire I saw him, I saw him Hanging on the old barbed wire Hanging on the old barbed wire |
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Oh where are you going? said Milder to Moulder
Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose We're off to the wood! said John the Red Nose And what will you do there? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose We'll shoot the cutty wren! said John the Red Nose Oh how will you cut him up? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose With knives and with forks! said John the Red Nose And who´ll get the spare ribs? said Milder to Moulder Oh we may not tell you! said Festel to Fose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose We'll give them all to the poor! said John the Red Nose |
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