A Strike Among the Poets

In his chamber, weak and dying,
While the Norman Baron lay,
Loud, without, his men were crying,
‘Shorter hours and better pay.’

Know you why the ploughman, fretting,
Homeward plods his weary way
Ere his time? He’s after getting
Shorter hours and better pay.

See! the Hesperus is swinging
Idle in the wintry bay,
And the skipper’s daughter’s singing,
‘Shorter hours and better pay.’

Where’s the minstrel boy? I’ve found him
Joining in the labour fray
With his placards slung about him,
‘Shorter hours and better pay.’

Oh, young Lochinvar is coming;
Though his hair is getting grey,
Yet I’m glad to hear him humming,
‘Shorter hours and better pay.’

E’en the boy upon the burning
Deck has got a word to say,
Something rather cross concerning
Shorter hours and better pay.

Lives of great men all remind us
We can make as much as they,
Work no more, until they find us
Shorter hours and better pay.

Hail to thee, blithe spirit! (Shelley)
Wilt thou be a blackleg? Nay.
Soaring, sing above the mêlée,
‘Shorter hours and better pay.’

– Anonymous

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3 Comments

  1. Penny Docker

    I see this poem was published in 2011.
    I and other mb

    Posted December 29, 2022 at 04:07 | Permalink | Reply
  2. Penny Docker

    I see this poem was published in 2011.
    I and other memnets of my school performed this at an Eistedfodd tin Birmingham in 1956

    Posted December 29, 2022 at 04:12 | Permalink | Reply
    • Arun

      Hi Penny. Sorry, this comment got caught up in our spam filter for some. The published date is just when we posted it on the website. Sorry about the confusion!

      Posted June 8, 2023 at 07:02 | Permalink

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