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This poem is often wrongly thought to be by Robert W Service. It is published here to the memory of Hugh Antoine D'Arcy, its rightful father.
An Evening with the Bard of the Yukon, July 18 th 2003 at 20.30pm in the Town-Hall of Lancieux, Brittany.
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Labour Leader

Published by Webmaster on 07/30/2003 (2861 reads)
Bill Smith came cadging for our vote and swore he'd treat us fair

Labour Leader

Bill Smith came cadging for our vote and swore he'd treat us fair,
And standin' in the pub he stood the drinks;
but now he's William Smith, M.P., he gives us blokes the air;
He's just another windbag and he stinks.
He's just another stuffed shirt in a lousy bunch of bums,
A-sticken' out his tummy like a toff;
But let the blighter wait until the next election comes,
We'll show him ruddy well  where he gets off.

What suckers are we working stiffs, to hoist a man on high,
So that we're just a door-mat for his feet;
But yesterday Bill palled with us, but now he's labour shy
And hates ter reckernize us in the street.
And that's the way wi' most o' em when once they gets the job
To represent us in the Parliament.
They do not care a tinker's cuss - Bill wouldn't spare a bob
To save me bein' chucked out for the rent.

To hell wi' governments say I, and all the cantin' crew
Wot seeks to steer the leaky ship o' state.
They push us round like cattle an' there's nuthin' we can do,
We've handed them our freedom on a plate.
By Cripes! I'll never vote again and play the silly fool;
I'll give no man the right to master
me.
We'll have no need for rulers when we hail the Golden Rule
in the universal reign of liberty. . . .
Ha! Ha! Oh when, if ever, it will be.


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