Never Rise Off Their Arse.

Rebel Tam.

When rebel Tam was in the pit

He tholed the very pangs o' Hell

In fechtin' for the rights o' Man,

And ga'e nae thoucht unto himsel'.

"If I was in Parliament,

By God!" he vowed, "they soon would hear

The trumpet-ca' o' Revolution

Blastin' in their ear!"

Noo he is there, back-bench Tam,

And listens daily to the farce

O' Tweedledum and Tweedledee,

And never rises off his arse.  

Joe Corrie.

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The Common Man.

     I always think that a little poetry can say a lot. This on is one from a favourite poet of mine. Joe Corrie.

 Joe Corrie, miner, 1884-1968.

I AM THE COMMON MAN.

I am the common man,

    I am the brute and the slave,

I am the fool, the despised,

    From the cradle to the grave.

I am the hewer of coal,

    I am the tiller of soil,

I am the serf of the seas,

    Born to bear and to toil.

I am the builder of halls,

    I am the dweller of slums,

I am the filth and the scourge,

    When winter's depression comes.

I am the fighter of wars,

    I am the killer of men,

Not for a day or an age,

    But again, and again, and again.

I am the common man,

    But Master, oh! Take you heed,

For you have put in my head

    Many a wicked deed.

I am the slave and the brute,

    And my hands are a strong as steel,

Oh! Master, how will you fare

    When down at my feet you kneel?

Joe Corrie. 

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