GIR. U5. Additional texts
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+ GIR. U5. The Song Of The Wage-Slave
THE SONG TO THE MEN OF ENGLAND
By P.B. Shelley (1792-1822)
I
Men of England, wherefore plough
For the lords who lay ye low?
Wherefore weave with toil and care,
The rich robes your "tyrants wear?
II
Wherefore feed, and clothe, and save,
From the cradle to the grave,
Those ungrateful drones who would
Drain your sweat - nay, drink your blood?
III
Wherefore, Bees of England, forge
Many a weapon, chain, and scourge,
That these stingless drones may spoil
The forced produce of your toil?
THE SONG OF THE SHIRT
By T. Hood (179J-1845)
I
With fingers weary and worn,
With eyelids heavy and red,
A woman sat in unwomanly rags,
Plying her needle and thread, -
Stitch! stitch! stitch!
In poverty, hunger and dirt,
And still with a voice of dolorous pitch
She sang The Song of the Shirt
II
Work - work - work -:
My labour never flags;
And what are its wages? A bed of straw
A crust of bread - and rags.
That shatter'd roof - and this naked floor -
A table - a broken chair -
And a wall so blank, my shadow I thank,
For sometimes falling there.
SONS OF POVERTY
By W. Jones
I
Sons of poverty, assemble,
Ye whose hearts with woe are riven,
Let the guilty tyrants tremble,
Who your hearts such pains have given.
We will never
From the shrine of truth be driven.
II
Must ye faint - ah: how much longer?
Better by the sword to die
Than to die of want and hunger:
They heed not your feeble cry:
Lift your voices to the sky.