This monster oppression behold how he stalks Keeps picking the bones of the poor as he walks There's not a mechanic throughout this whole land But more or less feels the weight of his hand. That offspring of tyranny, baseness and pride Our rights both invaded and almost destroyed May that man be banished to Villainy screens Or sides with big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus
And may the odd knife his great carcass dissect Lay open his vitals for men to inspect A heart full as black as the infernal gulf In that greedy blood sucking and bone scraping wolfThis wicked dissenter expelled his own church Is rendered the subject of public reproach Since reprobate marks on his forehead appeared We all have concluded his conscience is seared See mammon his god and oppression his aim Hark how the streets ring with his infamous name The boys at the playhouse exhibit strange scenes Respecting big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus
We claim as true Yorkshire men leave to speak twice That no man should work for him at any price Since he has attempted our lives to enthral And mingle our liquor with wormwood and gall Beelzebub take him with his ill-got pelf He's equally bad if not worse than thyself So shall every cutler that honestly means Cry 'take Watkinson and his thirteens'
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Copy to Clipboard: This monster oppression behold how he stalks Keeps picking the bones of the poor as he walks There's not a mechanic throughout this whole land But more or less feels the weight of his hand. That offspring of tyranny, baseness and pride Our rights both invaded and almost destroyed May that man be banished to Villainy screens Or sides with big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus
And may the odd knife his great carcass dissect Lay open his vitals for men to inspect A heart full as black as the infernal gulf In that greedy blood sucking and bone scraping wolfThis wicked dissenter expelled his own church Is rendered the subject of public reproach Since reprobate marks on his forehead appeared We all have concluded his conscience is seared See mammon his god and oppression his aim Hark how the streets ring with his infamous name The boys at the playhouse exhibit strange scenes Respecting big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus
We claim as true Yorkshire men leave to speak twice That no man should work for him at any price Since he has attempted our lives to enthral And mingle our liquor with wormwood and gall Beelzebub take him with his ill-got pelf He's equally bad if not worse than thyself So shall every cutler that honestly means Cry 'take Watkinson and his thirteens'
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