Steeleye Span - Ned Ludd Part 5 (Peterloo the Day) lyrics
[Steeleye Span - Ned Ludd Part 5 Peterloo the Day lyrics]
We have new paper money, and railway tracks
We paid for the war with our new income tax
But too many soldiers are home from the war
Looking for work with us miserable poor
Me and all the family put on our Sunday best
We walked down to Saint Peter's Field
To hear Hunt and the rest
Thousands were gathered
In perfect peace and calm
There for to listen, intending no harm
But before Mister Hunt or
The others could talk
Many armed constables among us did walk
We quietly linked arms
The speakers to protect
But the magistrates grew fearful
And trouble did suspect
Concerned for the city
They called the yeomanry
And Hussars who'd fought at
Waterloo, they say, for you and me
They crushed us with their horses
All swaggering and proud!
And tried to reach the constables
Lost among the crowd
The brutal yeoman cavalry attacked
The people first farmers and their loaners
By far they were the worst
Drawing out their sabers
They slashed through the crowd
Men woman and children
All screaming out loud
Farmers and their loaners
Oh yes they wore the worst
Why was this country England
With violence so cursed?
We paid for the war with our new income tax
But too many soldiers are home from the war
Looking for work with us miserable poor
Me and all the family put on our Sunday best
We walked down to Saint Peter's Field
To hear Hunt and the rest
Thousands were gathered
In perfect peace and calm
There for to listen, intending no harm
But before Mister Hunt or
The others could talk
Many armed constables among us did walk
We quietly linked arms
The speakers to protect
But the magistrates grew fearful
And trouble did suspect
Concerned for the city
They called the yeomanry
And Hussars who'd fought at
Waterloo, they say, for you and me
They crushed us with their horses
All swaggering and proud!
And tried to reach the constables
Lost among the crowd
The brutal yeoman cavalry attacked
The people first farmers and their loaners
By far they were the worst
Drawing out their sabers
They slashed through the crowd
Men woman and children
All screaming out loud
Farmers and their loaners
Oh yes they wore the worst
Why was this country England
With violence so cursed?