Clerkenwell Polka

I request, that the best of our minds

Be impressed to repent of their crimes

For the truth, is there all for to see

What can be said in defense of man's tyranny?

To declare, too content of the view

That to conform to the norm is what you do

If you live wracked in anger and in shame

The only road you’ll finds that hard road my friend

I concur, to defer, to the sound

Of discontent when it's meant by the crowd

If in fairness is how you see it end

The only road you’ll walk's that hard road my friend

And the papers they were printing, they did sell

In Clerkenwell, there were presses turning

And the emigrates they boarded ships and sailed

They could not fail to bring passions burning

Why deny that the lie that is sent

Makes you live work and die for some rent

If you're happy then to leave it up to them

The only road you'll knows that hard road my friend

We resent the intent of the few

Who do conspire, to acquire, what’s our due

If you don't know your rights, and defend

The only road you'll goes that hard road my friend

If you fall and you crawl towards debt

And the sum, it is more than what was leant

If you can't keep your eyes on the change

The only road you'll walk's that bloody road my friend