Poetry Blogs (1819)
Under August Skies
We sat around the table Mam
but none of us got fed,
for the Corn Law has been biting
and we don’t have any bread.
The mill wheels have stopped turning,
so we haven’t any jobs
and we’re under-represented
by the parliamentary nobs.
So we gathered in the field Mam,
with our banners and our flags,
and the soldiers sat in lines
Sunday 19th August 2018 8:49 pm