We must turn out and not deny.
No bloody soldier must we dread.
We must turn out and fight for bread,
For the time has come, you plainly see,
The Government opposed must be.
You working men of Derbyshire
Who spend your life in grief and fear,
Come take your pike staff in your hand
And join our march to North England.
The stockingers' trade has all come down.
No work for us in village or town.
For the Derby Rib from fashion did fall
And left us with no work at all.
Lord Liverpool said when the war was won
That there'd be work for every man,
But our children they still cry for bread.
We working folk would be better dead.
We call at every house and farm
And demand of them to give us arms.
We'll take each able bodied man
To join our march to Nottingham.
And when we come to Nottingham,
There'll be beef and bread for everyone.
We'll join the clouds coming from the north
To show this government our worth.
From Wakefield, Leeds and Manchester,
They all will come to join us there;
And then we'll march to London town
To bring this tyrant Government down.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/29 - 10:42
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