Ned Ludd Part 2 (Rural Retreat)

As the people of England, in numbers they doubled
Move to the cities where work's to be found
Well, it's farewell, green country and greetings, black city
Grime, smoking chimneys, and machines' hellish soundhello

Men, mothers, and maidens, and most of us children
Mindful of starving and bread's heavy price
We all go to the factory temple to offer
Our gift to the idol of Greed, sacrifice

And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine

We pay for machinеs that take food from our table
We talk in dark rooms of a fair living wagе
While warehouses fill with the fruits of our labour
Percival bets foreign ships out to trade

And it's two months hard labour if workers combine
But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine

And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread

And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread

Across the narrow waters, where Frenchie fought us hard
Fathers, sons, and brothers died for nothing we have earned
No meat in Frenchie's barrel, no cheese upon his board
No bread on Frenchie's table, no harvest has he stored

And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread

And the bloody cold gets harder every day
New snares of death are spread
But our King Ludd and Captain Swing
Will restore our daily bread