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You working men of England one moment now attend
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While I unfold the treatment of the poor upon this land
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For nowadays the factory lords have brought the labour low
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And daily are contriving plans to prove our overthrow

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So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
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They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

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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
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And if they go unto the rich to ask them for relief
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They bang their door all in their face as if they were a thief

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So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
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They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

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Alas how altered are the times, rich men despise the poor
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And pay them off without remorse, quite scornful at their door
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And if a man is out of work his Parish pay is small
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Enough to starve himself and wife, his children and all

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So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
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They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town

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So to conclude and finish these few verses I have made
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I hope to see before it's long men for their labour paid
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Then we'll rejoice with heart and voice and banish all our woes
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Before we do old England must pay us what she owes

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So arouse! You sons of freedom! The world seems upside down
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They scorn the poor man as a thief in country and in town