The Voice of the People

‘Tis the voice of the people, I hear it on high
It peals o’er the mountains, it soars to the sky
Through wide fields of heather it wings its swift flight
Like thunders of heaven arrayed in their might

It rushes still on like the torrent’s loud roar
And bears on its surges the wrongs of the poor
Its shock like the earthquake shall fill with dismay
The hearts of the tyrants and sweep them away

This poem was published in The Northern Star and Leeds General Advertiser, 4 December, 1841. This was a Chartist newspaper published between 1837 and 1852, and best known for advancing the reform issues articulated by proprietor Feargus O’Connor.

I've added two more verses to make a longer song for performance.
   
2. Haughty lords who claim title to moorland and hill
You work men like machines in deep mine and dark mill
Renounce all your riches to us they belong
Your power and position will fall to our song

Chorus; It rushes still on...
   
3. The wild beasts of the field and the birds of the air
Were put on this earth for all people to share
If we take a hare now, you say we’ve done wrong
Give back all our commons, pay heed to our song

Chorus; It rushes still on...