Huddersfield Chronicle (23/Dec/1893) - Smart and the Hydropots

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Smart and the Hydropots

Bless me! Smart and the Hydropots
Are now in deadly strife,
And since the son-in-law has gone
With them ‘tis life for life;
He tells them plainly drinking less
Won’t keep men’s wages high,
Won’t bring the great millennium
Out of a cloudless sky.
Was ever such a statement heard
Such infidelity?
This sin can ne’er forgiven be,
Through all eternity;
To tell teetotalers that drink
Is not the evil sprite
That causes all the poverty,
That shuts out heavenly light.
That fills the world with misery,
That makes the drinkers slaves
Must surely be the words of one
Who like a maniac raves.
If Labour Smart does not take care,
To weigh well what he says,
Before he squashes Hydropots,
Numbered must be his days;
He like the son-in-law must go,
Back to some hiding-place,
For nought in heaven, in earth, in blank,
Can win for him the race.
But maybe ‘tis “a put up job,”
And Smart would multiply,
Not ships but mighty dramshops, and
Let all drink who are dry;
Join with J. B. in building more,
Small or of noble view,
That idle hands throughout the town
Might then have work to do.