Lyrics: Charles Dibdin.
Tune: “Poor Jack.”
No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood.
His feats I do little admire.
I’ll sing the achievements of General Ludd,
Now the hero of Nottinghamshire.
Brave Ludd was to measures of vi’lence unused
Till his suff’rings became so severe
That at last to defend his own int’rests
He roused and for the great fight did prepare.
The guilty may fear but no vengeance
He aims at the honest man’s life or estate.
His wrath is entirely confined to wide frames
And to those who hold prices abate.
Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die
By unanimous vote of the trade.
And Ludd who can all opposition defy
Was the grand executioner made.
And when in the work he destruction employs
Himself to no methods confines.
By fire and by water, he gets them destroyed
For the elements aid his designs.
Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway
Or closely secured in a room,
He shivers them up by night and by day
And nothing can soften their doom.
He may censure Great Ludd’s disrespect for the law
Who ne’er for a moment reflects
That foul imposition alone
Was the cause, which produced these unhappy effects.
Let the haughty the humble no longer oppress
Then shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword.
His grievances instantly meet with redress
Then peace shall be quickly restored.
Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice
Nor e’er their assistance withdraw
Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price
Is established by custom and law.
Then the trade when this arduous contest is o’er
Shall raise in full splendor its head.
And colting and cutting and squaring
No more shall deprive honest workmen of bread.