The summer was over the season unkind   In harvest a snow, how uncommon to find   The times were oppressive and well it be known   That hunger will stronger [?] fences break down   'Twas then from theirselves the black gentry stepped out   With bludgeons determined to stir up a rout   The prince of the party who revelled from home   Was a terrible fellow and called Irish Thom   He brandished his bludgeon with dexterous skill   And close to his elbow was placed Bonny (?) Will   Their instantly followed a numerous train   As cheerful as bold Robin Hood's merry men   Sworn to remedy a capital fault   And bring down the exorbitant price of the malt   From Dudley to Walso (?) they trippet (?) along   And Hampton was truly alarmed at the throng   Women and children wherever they go   Shouting out 'Oh the brave Dudley boys! Oh!'   With nailers and spinners the cavalcade joined   The markets to lower their flattering design   Six days out of seven poor nailing boys get   Little else at their meals but potatos to eat   For bread hard they labor, good things never carve   And swore 'twere as well to be hanged as to starve   Such other feelings in every land   Nothing necessities coal can withstand   And riots are certain to sadden the year   When six penny loaves are three pound as up here