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
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
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