No more chant your old rhymes about old Robin Hood   His feats I do little admire   I'll sing the achievements of General Ludd   Now the hero of Nottingham Shire   Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die   By unanimous vote of the trade   And Ludd who cannot a position defy   Was the grand executioner made   Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway   Or closely secured in a room   He shivers them up by night and by day   And nothing can soften their doom   Shall the whole team of humble no longer oppressed   And shall Ludd sheath his conquering sword   Be his grievance instantly met with redress   Than peace shall be quickly restored   Let the wise and the great lend their aid and advice   Never ere their assistance withdraw   Till full-fashioned work at the old-fashioned price   Is established by custom and law