Ned Ludd Part 2 (Rural Retreat)

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

Men, mothers and maidens and most of us children
Mindful of starving and bread sparing 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 machines that take food from our table
We talk in dark rooms of a fair living wage
While their house is filled 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 code gets harder every day
New sleds are bad for thread
But harking loud and captains swing
We'll restore our daily bread

And the bloody code gets harder every day
New sleds are bad for thread
But harking loud and captains swing
We'll restore our daily bread

Across the narrow waters, where Frenchie fought us hard
Fathers, sons and brothers died for nothing, be a bard
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 code gets harder every day
New sleds are bad for thread
But harking loud and captains swing
We'll restore our daily bread

And the bloody code gets harder every day
New sleds are bad for thread
But harking loud and captains swing
We'll restore our daily bread