Luyện nghe bài hát Colliers March

The summer was the season unkind
In harvest a snow, how uncommon to
The times were oppressive and well it be
hunger will's strongest offenses break down
'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry out
With bludgeons to stir up a rout
The prince of the party who revelled from
Was a fellow and called Irish Thom
He brandished his bludgeon dexterous skill
And to his elbow was placed Bonny (?) Will
There instantly followed a train
As cheerful as Robin Hood's merry men
to remedy a capital foe
And bring down the exorbitant of the mault
From Dudley to Walshire tripp'ed along
And Hampton was alarmed at the throng
Women and wherever they go
Shouting out "Oh the Dudley boys!" all
With nailers and spinners the cavalcade
The markets to lower flutt'ring design
Six days out of seven nailing boys get
Little else at meals but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good things never
And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to
Such are the in every land
Nothing necessities can withstand
And riots are certain to sadden the
When six loaves are three pound as up here