Huddersfield Chronicle (31/Jan/1894) - "The" People's Gratitude

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"The" People's Gratitude

We are the people, no one else
But Radicals can claim
That cognomen, ‘tis oars by right,
We’ve patented the name;
The virtues of this little world,
Yea all that’s under heaven,
Are held fast in our bosoms, and
To no one else are given.
Of course we are demoralised,
We have no candidate,
Our leaders in this Huddersfield
Have left us in sad state;
Our tail is now our only head,
It wags us day by day,
It makes us wobble right and left,
It makes us go its way.
We push our generals aside,
Those who in years gone by
Led us, bravely defended us—
Nor give the reason why—
While tyros and unheard-of men
Scramble into the place—
Ought to get notoriety,
Ought to be in the race.
Of course our language ever is
The sweetest now in use,
Sometimes “Be damned and die” slips out,
As did that word “refuse;”
No matter what we do or say,
We are just what we seem,
We lift our eyes above and leave
The Tories to blaspheme.