The Hand-Loom Weaver's Lament chords by Harry Boardman
Verse 1
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You gentlemen and tradesmen
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who ride about at will,
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Look down on these poor people,
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it's enough to make you krill.
Look down on these poor people
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as you ride up and down,
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I'm sure that as a god above
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they'll bring your pride quite down.
You tyrants of England,
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your race may soon be rum,
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've surely done.
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You pull down our wages
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and shamefully to tell
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You're going to the markets
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and you say you cannot sell
And when that we do ask you
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and these bad times'll mend
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You quickly give an an swer
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when the war's at a turn end
You tyrant of England,
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your race may soon be wrong
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've sorely done
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When we look on our poor children
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it grieves our hearts full sore
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The clothing it is worn to rags
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and we can get no more
With little in their bellies
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as they to work must go
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While yours do dress as manky
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as monkeys in the show
You tyrants of England,
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your race may soon be run
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've sorely
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done
You've got a church on Sundays,
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and I'm sure it's notebook pride
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There can be no religion
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when humanity's thrown aside
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If there be a place in heaven,
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as there is in the exchange
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Apostles they may not come near,
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like lost sheep they must range
You tyrants of England,
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your race may soon be run
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've sorely done
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And you say that Bonaparty
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has been the spoil of all
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And that we've got good reason
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for to pray for his downfall
Well Bonaparty's dead and gone
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and it is plainly shown
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That we've got bigger tyrants
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in bonies of our own
You tyrants of England,
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your age may soon be wrong
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've sorely done
And now, my lads,
for to conclude,
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it's time to make an end
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Let's see if we can form a plan
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that these bad times'll mend
Then give us our old prices
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as we have had before
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And we can live in happiness
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and rub off the old score
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You tyrants of England,
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your race may soon be run
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You may be brought into account
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for what you've solely done
The Hand-Loom Weaver's Lament
Harry Boardman
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