OH well done Lord E--n! and better done R--r! Britannia must prosper with councils like yours; Hawkesbury, Harrowby, help you to guide her, Whose remedy only must kill ere it cures: Those villains, the Weavers, are all grown refractory, Asking some succour for Charity's sake -- So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory, That will at once put an end to mistake. The rascals, perhaps, may betake them to robbing, The dogs to be sure have got nothing to eat -- So if we can hang them for breaking a bobbin, 'T will save all the Government's money and meat: Men are more easily made than machinery -- Stockings fetch better prices than lives -- Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery, Shewing how Commerce on Liberty thrives! Justice is now in pursuit of the wretches, Grenadiers, Volunteers, Bow-street Police, Twenty-two Regiments, a score of Jack Ketches, Three of the Quorum and two of the Peace; Some Lords, to be sure, would have summon'd the Judges, To take their opinion, but that they ne'er shall, For LIVERPOOL such a concession begrudges. So now they're condemn'd by no Judges at all. Some folks for certain have thought it was shocking, When Famine appeals and when Poverty groans, That life should be valued at less than a stocking, And breaking of frames lead to breaking of bones. If it should prove so, I trust, by this token (And who will refuse to partake in the hope?), That the frames of the fools may be first to be broken, Who, when asked for a remedy, sent them a rope. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FRAGMENT ON DEATH by FRANCOIS VILLON OUR SOLDIERS' SANTIAGO SONG by DAVID GRAHAM ADEE INDIA by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD ROSA MUNDI by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FROM THE CANTEEN by ABBIE FARWELL BROWN THE WATCHMAN AND THE NIGHT: THE NIGHT by ADA CAMBRIDGE UPON SOME ALTERATION IN MY MISTRESS, AFTER MY DEPARTURE INTO FRANCE by THOMAS CAREW |