As the people of England, in numbers they doubled
Move to the cities where work's to be found
Well, it's farewell, green country and greetings, black city
Grime, smoking chimneys, and machines' hellish soundhello
Men, mothers, and maidens, and most of us children
Mindful of starving and bread's heavy price
We all go to the factory temple to offer
Our gift to the idol of Greed, sacrifice
And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine
We pay for machinеs that take food from our table
We talk in dark rooms of a fair living wagе
While warehouses fill with the fruits of our labour
Percival bets foreign ships out to trade
And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine
And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread
Move to the cities where work's to be found
Well, it's farewell, green country and greetings, black city
Grime, smoking chimneys, and machines' hellish soundhello
Men, mothers, and maidens, and most of us children
Mindful of starving and bread's heavy price
We all go to the factory temple to offer
Our gift to the idol of Greed, sacrifice
And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine
We pay for machinеs that take food from our table
We talk in dark rooms of a fair living wagе
While warehouses fill with the fruits of our labour
Percival bets foreign ships out to trade
And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine
And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread
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