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Song for the Luddites

Lord Byron·1788–1824
Lines:15Movement:Romanticism
AS the Liberty lads o'er the seaBought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood, So we, boys, we Will _die_ fighting, or _live_ free,And down with all kings but King Ludd! When the web that we weave is complete,And the shuttle exchanged for the sword, We will fling the winding sheet O'er the despot at our feet,And dye it deep in the gore he has poured. Though black as his heart its hue,Since his veins are corrupted to mud, Yet this is the dew Which the tree shall renewOf Liberty, planted by Ludd!