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 hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
