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Canzone composta per l'abrogazione delle Corn Law, una serie di dazi sul grano importato in Gran Bretagna, che comportò un aumento del prezzo del pane per la povera gente e vantaggi, ovviamente, per l'aristocrazia.

Interpretata dai Chumbawamba
Performed by Chumbawamba
[1989]
Album: "English Rebel Songs 1381-1914"


English Rebel Songs

''English Rebel Songs 1381–1914'' by Chumbawamba.


The Cutty Wren - The Diggers' Song [Levellers and Diggers] - The Colliers March - The Triumph Of General Ludd - Chartists Anthem - Song on the Times - Smashing Of The Van - The World Turned Upside Down [Digger's Song] - Poverty Knock - Idris Strike Song - Hanging On The Old Barbed Wire

Nel 2003 i Chumbawamba hanno ripubblicato l'album aggiungendo alcune canzoni con il titolo ''English Rebel Songs 1381–1984'':

The Bad Squires - Coal Not Dole

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 labor low
And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow

There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do say
There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food today
And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
The'll slam 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
They 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, bring to an end, these verses I have made
I hope to see before too long men for their labor 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

So arouse you sons of freedom the world seems upside down
They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

inviata da Dq82 - 15/4/2017 - 22:37


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