You working men of England one moment now attend While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land For nowadays the factory lords are brought the labor low And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow (Chorus) So arouse you sons of freedom the world seems upside down They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief (Repeat chorus) Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor And pay them off without remorse quite scornful at their door And if a man is out of work his Parrish pay his small Enough to starve himself, and wife, his children, and all (Repeat chorus) So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made I hope to see before it's long men for their labor paid Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes Before we do old England must pay us what she owes (Repeat chorus)
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Copy to Clipboard: You working men of England one moment now attend While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land For nowadays the factory lords are brought the labor low And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow (Chorus) So arouse you sons of freedom the world seems upside down They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief (Repeat chorus) Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor And pay them off without remorse quite scornful at their door And if a man is out of work his Parrish pay his small Enough to starve himself, and wife, his children, and all (Repeat chorus) So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made I hope to see before it's long men for their labor paid Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes Before we do old England must pay us what she owes (Repeat chorus)
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