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26 Jun 01 - 02:05 PM (#492347) Subject: working men of England From: TamthebamfraeScotland Hello there again, I'm looking for the words to a song called Working men of England. The group that sings it are called Artisan |
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26 Jun 01 - 02:09 PM (#492350) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: MMario no luck in google searching for this - tho' I heard them this weekend. |
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26 Jun 01 - 05:21 PM (#492461) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: Malcolm Douglas Artisan can be contacted through their website: http://www.artifact.demon.co.uk/index.htm |
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26 Jun 01 - 05:23 PM (#492467) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Just got the cd with that song- after tonight (gotta go to a gig in 20 minutes) I'll transcribe it if no one beats me to it! |
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01 Jul 01 - 05:38 AM (#495799) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: TamthebamfraeScotland Hello There, I manged to get the words for the song Working men of England. So thanks to all of those who helped. Tom |
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01 Jul 01 - 04:32 PM (#496015) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: The Walrus Tom, Care to share them? Walrus |
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02 Jul 01 - 12:41 PM (#496653) Subject: Lyr Add: WORKING MEN OF ENGLAND From: TamthebamfraeScotland WORKING MEN OF ENGLAND Ye working men of England one moment pray attend While I am for the treatment of the poor upon this land for now a days the factory laws have laid the labour low and daily are contriving plans to prove our over throw Some have money plenty but still they crave for more they will not lend a hand at all to help the straving poor they'll treat you like a dog and on you cast a frown that's the way old England the working man cast down Ch So arise ye sons of freedom the world is upside down they treat the poor man as a thief in country or in town. So arise ye sons of freedom the world is upside down they treat the poor man as a thief in country or in town what will become of England if things go on this way there's many a poor working man straving here today they can not find employment for bread they children crave and thousands of their children lie starving in their graves how altered are the times rich men dispise the poor they stand them off without remorse quite scornful at the door and if a man is out of work his parish pay is small enough to strave himself and his wife his children and all Ch in former days when Christmas came we had a good fat loaf we have beef and mutton in plenty and we'd enjoy them both but now a days such altered ways indifferent are the times for if a man should seek relief he's sentenced for his crimes
so to conclude and finish these verses I have made and "ADD" added--- ---Jeff (PA)--- |
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02 Jul 01 - 12:42 PM (#496654) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: TamthebamfraeScotland I hope that you can understand them |
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03 Jul 01 - 07:25 AM (#497347) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: TamthebamfraeScotland Thank you jeff |
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03 Jul 01 - 07:26 AM (#497350) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: The Walrus at work busbitter, Thanks. Walrus |
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15 Jul 01 - 02:04 PM (#507109) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: working men of England From: AllisonA(Animaterra) Thanks! Sorry I didn't get to it. There's this little problem I have with my computer; sometimes it doesn't want to play cds. It's a simple problem to fix, but I hadn't gotten to it yet... |
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16 Oct 04 - 11:45 AM (#1298436) Subject: LYR ADD: What Will Become of England From: Susanne (skw) How about posting a song for a change? Here's a sufficiently traditional one, I hope, and not yet in the DT: WHAT WILL BECOME OF ENGLAND (Trad / Tom Brown) You working men of England one moment pray attend While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land For now-a-days the factory lords have laid the label low And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow What will become of England if things go on this way There's many an honest working man starving here today They cannot find employment for bread their children crave And hundreds of those children they're lying in their grave So arise you sons of freedom the world is upside down They treat the poor man as a thief in country and in town Now some have money plenty but still they crave for more They will not lend a hand to help the starving poor They'll treat you like a dog and on you cast a frown That is the way old England the working man casts down How altered are the times rich men despise the poor Stand them off without remorse quite scornful at the door And when a man is out of work his Parish pay is small Enough to starve himself and wife his children and all So arise you sons of freedom the world is upside down They treat the poor man as a thief in country and in town In former days when Christmas came we had a good fat loaf We had beef and mutton plenty and we enjoyed them both But now-a-days such altered ways and different are the times For if a man should seek relief he's sent to the Whig Bastille So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made I hope to see before long men for their labour paid Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes But before we do old England must pay us what she owes So arise you sons of freedom the world is upside down They treat the poor man as a thief in country and in town As sung by Johnny Collins [1993:] 'Old' Tom Brown [...] a fellow Norfolkman, was a fisherman and farm labourer who learned many of his songs from Sam Larner and Harry Cox - two fine traditional singers also from Norfolk. Before his death I was fortunate to spend many happy sessions with Tom who would, lubricated with a little whisky, regale me for hours with stories, interspersed with songs, of his younger days. It was in one of these sessions that he gave me [this]. (Notes Johnny Collins, 'Pedlar of Songs')
-Joe Offer- |
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03 May 16 - 05:38 PM (#3788480) Subject: Lyr Add: SONG ON THE TIMES (Chumbawamba) From: GUEST,ATS Here's another version, from Chumbawamba's "English Rebel Songs 1381-1984", where it's called "A Song on the Times": You working men of England, one moment now attend While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow (chorus:) So arouse you sons of freedom, the world seems upside down They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town There's different parts in Ireland, it's true what I do state There's hundreds that are starving for they can't get food to eat And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief (chorus) Alas how altered are the times -- rich men despise the poor And pay them off without remorse quite scornful at their door And if a man is out of work, his parish pay is small Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all (chorus) So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made I hope to see, before it's long, men for their labour paid Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes Before we do, old England must pay us what she owes (chorus) |
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06 May 16 - 11:13 PM (#3788977) Subject: Lyr Add: SONG ON THE TIMES From: Jim Dixon Here's the complete song that was, no doubt, the source for Chumbawamba, who omitted 3 verses: From Curiosities of Street Literature edited by Charles Hindley (London: Reeves and Turner, 1871), page 71: SONG ON THE TIMES 1. You working men of England.... [as above] CHORUS. So arouse you sons of Freedom.... [as above] 2. What a fuss there was in England, Ireland, and Scotland too, On the passing of the Corn Bill and the good that it would do, But since it's past Meat got so high which makes poor people pine. If it would do good it's time it did for factories are on short time. 3. For when the bill was in the house they said it would do good, To the working man it has not yet, I only wish it would, For factories are on short time wherever you may go, And the masters all are scheming plans to get our wages low. 4. There's different parts in Ireland.... [as above] 5. Alas! how altered are the times.... [as above] 6. In former times when Christmas came we had a good big loaf, Then beef and mutton plenty were, and we enjoyed them both, But now-a-days such altered ways and different is the times, If starving and ask relief you're sent to a Whig bastile. 7. So to conclude and finish.... [as above] |