On the thirtieth of November,
Last 1830
Our Owslebury lads they did prepare
All for the machinery,
And when they did get there,
My eye! How they let fly;
The machinery fell to pieces
In the twinkling of an eye.
CHORUS: Oh! Mob, such a mob Never was seen before, And if we live this hundred years, We never shall see more.
Then to Winchester we was sent
Our trial for to take,
And if we having nothing to say,
Our counsel we shall keep;
And when the Judge he did begin
I’m sorry for to say,
Some they transported for life
And some they cast to die
CHORUS: Oh! Mob, such a mob Never was seen before, And if we live this hundred years, We never shall see more.
Now to conclude and
To finish my new song,
You gentleman all around me
You think that I’m not wrong
If all the poor of Owslebury
For rising of their wages
I hope that all their enemies
May live to want for places.
CHORUS: Oh! Mob, such a mob Never was seen before, And if we live this hundred years, We never shall see more.
“The Owslebury Lads” – A song that appears with others in a recording “The Painful Plough”