Watkinsons Thirteens Lyrics

Watkinsons Thirteens lyrics

This monster oppression behold how he stalks

Keeps picking  the bones of
the poor as he walks

There's not a mechanic throughout this whole land

But more or less feels the weight of his hand.

That offspring of
tyranny, baseness and pride

Our rights both invaded and almost
destroyed

May that man be banished to Villainy screens

Or sides
with big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus



And may the odd knife
his great carcass dissect

Lay open his vitals for men to inspect

A
heart full as black as the infernal gulf

In that greedy blood sucking and
bone scraping wolfThis wicked dissenter expelled his own church

Is
rendered the subject of public reproach

Since reprobate marks on his
forehead appeared

We all have concluded his conscience is seared

See mammon his god and oppression his aim

Hark how the streets ring
with his infamous name

The boys at the playhouse exhibit strange
scenes

Respecting big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus



We
claim as true Yorkshire men leave to speak twice

That no man should work
for him at any price

Since he has attempted our lives to enthral

And mingle our liquor with wormwood and gall

Beelzebub take him with
his ill-got pelf

He's equally bad if not worse than thyself

So
shall every cutler that honestly means

Cry 'take Watkinson and his
thirteens'