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

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