Ned Ludd Part 2 Rural Retreat

E B E B E B E B E As the people of England in numbers, they double B Move to the cities where work is to be found E Well, it's farewell green country and greetings, black city B Grime smoking chimneys and machines' hellish sound E Men, mothers and maidens and most of us children B Mindful of starving and bread sparing price E We all go to the factory temple to offer B Our gift to the idol of Greed, sacrifice C#m A B E And it's two months hard labour if workers combine C#m A B E But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine E A B E A B E E A B E A B E We pay for machines that take food from our table B We talk in dark rooms of a fair living wage E While their house is filled with the fruits of our labour B Percival bets foreign ships out to trade C#m A B E And it's two months hard labour if workers combine C#m A B E But call the man The Gaffer, it's a fifteen guinea fine E A B E A B E C F G C F G C F G And the bloody code gets harder every day C G New sleds are bad for thread F C G Am But harking loud and captains swing F C G C We'll restore our daily bread F G And the bloody code gets harder every day C G New sleds are bad for thread F C G Am But harking loud and captains swing F C G C We'll restore our daily bread C F G C F G C E A B E A B E B E B C#m A B E Across the narrow waters, where Frenchie fought us hard C#m A B E Fathers, sons and brothers died for nothing, be a bard C#m A B E No meat in Frenchie's barrel, no cheese upon his board C#m A B E No bread on Frenchie's table, no harvest has he stored E A B E A B E C F G C F G N.C. And the bloody code gets harder every day N.C. New sleds are bad for thread N.C. But harking loud and captains swing N.C. We'll restore our daily bread C F G And the bloody code gets harder every day C G New sleds are bad for thread F C G Am But harking loud and captains swing F C G C We'll restore our daily bread C F G C F G C E A B E A B