Chumbawamba - Colliers March Lyrics
The summer was over the season unkindIn harvest a snow, how uncommon to findThe times were oppressive and well it be knownThat hunger will stronger [? ] fences break downtwas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped outWith bludgeons determined to stir up a routThe prince of the party who revelled from homeWas a terrible fellow and called irish thomHe brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skillAnd close to his elbow was placed bonny (? ) willTheir instantly followed a numerous trainAs cheerful as bold robin hoods merry menSworn to remedy a capital faultAnd bring down the exorbitant price of the maltFrom dudley to walso (? ) they trippet (? ) alongAnd hampton was truly alarmed at the throngWomen and children wherever they goShouting out oh the brave dudley boys! oh!With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joinedThe markets to lower their flattering designSix days out of seven poor nailing boys getLittle else at their meals but potatos to eatFor bread hard they labor, good things never carveAnd swore twere as well to be hanged as to starveSuch other feelings in every landNothing necessities coal can withstandAnd riots are certain to sadden the yearWhen six penny loaves are three pound as up here
