The songs of the Wilsons With a memoir of the Family, and several additional songs never before published. Edited by John Harland |
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THE PETERLOO MASSACRE. |
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THE PETERLOO MASSACRE.
By Mr Michael Wilson.
Come, Robin, sit deawn, an' aw'll tell thee a tale,
Boh first, prithee, fill me a dobbin o' ale;
Aw 'm as drey, mon, as soot, an' aw 'm hurt i' mi crop,
Havin' laft Sam o' Dick's wheer aw fear he mun stop.
Boh first, prithee, fill me a dobbin o' ale;
Aw 'm as drey, mon, as soot, an' aw 'm hurt i' mi crop,
Havin' laft Sam o' Dick's wheer aw fear he mun stop.
Chorus.
For the gentlemen cavalry,Cut 'em down cleverly;
Real Royal yeomanry!
Cavalry brave!
Mr Hunt neaw coom forrard an' spoke a few words,
When the Peterloo cut-my-throats shaken'd ther swords,
Aw thowt sure enoof they wur runnin' ther rigs,
Till aw seed moor nor twenty lay bleedin' like pigs.
When the Peterloo cut-my-throats shaken'd ther swords,
Aw thowt sure enoof they wur runnin' ther rigs,
Till aw seed moor nor twenty lay bleedin' like pigs.
Boh let 's ta'e a peep o' these Peterloo chaps,
'At ma'es sich a neyse abeawt cullers an' caps,
See what they'n composed on, an' then we may judge,
For it runs i' mi moind 'ot ther loyalty's fudge.
'At ma'es sich a neyse abeawt cullers an' caps,
See what they'n composed on, an' then we may judge,
For it runs i' mi moind 'ot ther loyalty's fudge.
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Theer 's the taxman, exciseman, the lawyer, an' bum,
The pensioner, placeman, an' preycher, that hum:
The fat-gutted landlord, o' licence in fear,
Cuts the throats o' his neybours who buy his bad beer.
The pensioner, placeman, an' preycher, that hum:
The fat-gutted landlord, o' licence in fear,
Cuts the throats o' his neybours who buy his bad beer.
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