Showing posts with label Tory Hustings. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Tory Hustings. Show all posts

Up the Tory mountain, Down the workers glen, They daren’t go a-husting For fear of Unionised men;

A rewrite of that lovely poem, 'The Fairies' by William Allingham, which was then and remains to this day a popular poem, for it is lovely indeed. That said, this re-write as a silly satire song ain't anything like the original, and I apologise to any expectations otherwise.. 

source : Metro  : New anti-Union, anti-strike, anti-protest Laws coming soon!

Someone, somewhere is very worried, stupidly so. We want balance not revenge. Equity is justice applied and made materially real. Then we're all safe, bruv, innit.

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Up the Tory mountain,
Down the workers glen,
They daren’t go a-husting
For fear of Unionised men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Trooping all together;
Warm pickets, no top hats,
Corbyn and Lynch unfettered!

Down along the rocky shore
Some make their home,
They swim through the wake
Of sewer tide-foam.

Some in their mansions
And what their Tax Havens make,
With their CP watchdogs,
All night awake.

High on the hill-top
The old King sits;
He is now so old and grey
He’s nigh lost his wits.
With a bridge of Barnum Verbiage,
England he crosses,
On his stately journeys
From Palace to the masses;
Or going up with the music
On cold starry nights,
To sup with the Queen Consort
Of the cold Northern Lights.

They stole little Brexit
For fifty years long;
When they made the exit,
their friends were all gone.
They took a vacuous tack,
Between the night and morrow,
They thought that we was fast asleep,
- we was drained by the horror.
They have klept it ever since
Deep within the State,
Media a bed of fig-leaves,
Watching till we wake.

By the privatised hillside,
Through the KCs* care,
They've planted legalese 
For enclosure, here and there.

Is any man so daring
As dig them up in spite,
He shall find their sharpest thorns,
The Met, at the door, in bed at night. (Assange....)

Up the Tory mountain,
Down the workers glen,
They daren’t go a-husting
For fear of unionised men;
Wee folk, good folk,
Men and women, all together;
Green jacket, red cap,
McAnea and Sidhu KC* unfettered!

*Kings Counsel or Queens Counsel

Kindest regards

Corneilius

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