The Chartist Song

Then rouse my boys and fight the foe
Your weapons are truth and reason
We will let the Whigs and Tories know
That thinking is not treason

Ye Lords oppose us if you can
Your own doom you seek after
With or without you we will stand
Until we gain the Charter

Chorus
Despair shall no longer our spirits dismay
Nor wither the arm when upraised for the fray
The conflict for freedom is gathering nigh
We live to secure it or gloriously die!

The Labourer toils and strives for more
While tyrants are carousing
But hark! I hear the lion roar
The British youths are rousing

The rich are liable to pain
The poor man feels the smart sir
But let us break the despots chain
We soon will have the charter

Chorus

The Westgate Hotel straight to hell
We marched for our grievence was true sir
Down Stow hill for Redcoats to kill
But our reasons to fight were the truer

Cut down like corn on that winter morn
The boys of the Valleys forsaken
All came to nought though brave we fought
But our cause was never mistaken

Chorus

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