Hold up yer heeads, tho’ at poor workin men
Simple rich ens may laff an may scorn;
Maybe they ne’er haddled ther riches thersen,
Somdy else lived befooar they wor born.
As noble a heart may be fun in a man,
Who’s a poor ragged suit for his best,
(An who knows he mun work or else he mun clam,)
As yo’ll find i’ one mich better drest.
Soa here’s to all th’ workers whearivver they be,
I’th’ land or i’th’ loom or i’th’ saddle;
An the dule tak all them who wod mak us less free,
Or rob us o’th’ wages we haddle!
(John Hartley)
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