Luyện nghe bài hát Colliers March

The summer was over the season
In a snow, how uncommon to find
The times were oppressive and well it be
That hunger will's offenses break down
'Twas from theirselves the black gentry stepped out
With bludgeons determined to up a rout
The prince of the who revelled from home
Was a fellow and called Irish Thom
He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous
And close to his elbow was placed Bonny (?)
There instantly followed a numerous
As cheerful as Robin Hood's merry men
Sworn to a capital foe
And bring down the price of the mault
From Dudley to Walshire tripp'ed along
And Hampton was truly alarmed at the
and children wherever they go
Shouting out "Oh the Dudley boys!" all
nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined
The markets to lower their flutt'ring
Six days out of poor nailing boys get
Little else at their but potatos to eat
For bread hard they labor, good never carve
And swore 'twere as to be hanged as to starve
Such are the feelings in land
necessities call can withstand
And riots are certain to the year
When six loaves are three pound as up here