You working men of England one moment now attend
While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor
And pay them off without remorse, quite scornful at their door
And if a man is out of work his Parish pay is small
Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made
I hope to see before it's long men for their labour paid
Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes
Before we do old England must pay us what she owes
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor
And pay them off without remorse, quite scornful at their door
And if a man is out of work his Parish pay is small
Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made
I hope to see before it's long men for their labour paid
Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes
Before we do old England must pay us what she owes
So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town
- English Rebel Songs 1381-1914 (1988)
- English Rebel Songs 1381-1984 (2003)
- Tubthumping
- WWW Dot
- El Fusilado
- Bella Ciao
- Drip Drip Drip (Country & Western Version)
- Love Can Knock You Over
- Don’t Fence Me In
- Waiting For The Bus
- Jacob’s Ladder
- Jesus In Vegas
- Following You
- The Physical Impossibility Of Death In The Mind Of Jerry Springer
- Mr. Heseltine Meets His Public
- You Watched Me Dance
- This Girl
- Word Bomber
- Underground
- Streets
- Passenger List For Doomed Flight # 1721
- Commercial Break
- Without Reason Or Rhyme (The Killing Of Harry Stanley)
- I’m A Winner, Baby
- Heaven, Hell
- Wagner at the Opera