While The Iron Is Hot

Lyrics

All our life being not as it should be For the poor man works to pay For the pastimes of the rich man We resolve to find another way Now they call us the Tolpuddle Martyrs We came to make the union strong So they sent us off to Australia But we were not parted from you long Looking back through the lives of my fathers For their memories with me still I think it was in 1819 They broke those shields at Foster's Mill And we said in the May of twenty-six As we left the lifting cagе We will not work for you again, sir 'Till you pay us all a living wage So they call us thе Tolpuddle Martyrs We came to make the union strong Though they sent us off to Australia We were not parted from you long We were young in the May of twenty-six And we got our living wage But those who broke the shields at Foster's Have not passed their old retiring age I think it was in 1819 They broke those shields at Foster's Mill All our life being not as it should be For the poor man works to pay For the pastimes of the rich man We resolve to find another way