THE WAIL OF MESSRS. BURT AND FENWICK.
The Northumberland Miners' U-ni-on
Have bidden their Burt bego-o-one.
It seems, by the ballot, we soon shall be all out,
And there'll be an end to our fun.
Chorus.—We've got no work to do-o-o-o!
We have no work to do-o-o!
We are poor Members, poor Working-Men Members,
Who've got no work to do!
Oh, Morpeth and Wansbeck, o-o-oh!
This same is a pretty go-o-o!
The feelings why hurt of your Fenwick and Burt?
We wouldn't have served you so!
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
The Working-Men's Members of la-a-ate
Were getting a power in the Sta-a-ate,
But now they're rejected, or coldly ejected,
Which same is a sorrowful fate.
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
Joe Arch he had to go-o-o-o,
Then Leicester, the other Jo-o-oe!
And now we two'll have to forfeit our "screw,"
Which is jolly hard lines, you know.
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
It's hardly fair play to gi-i-ive,
To a Labour-Representati-i-ve,
For without your cash, O Miners most rash,
How, how shall we manage to live?
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
It is no doubt exceedingly tru-u-ue;
We've found little work to do-o-o,
In the House. For that same 'tis not we who're to blame,
But the long Irish hullaballo.
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
We know these are very hard ti-i-imes,
To scrape up the dollars and di-i-imes;
But when we, dear Miners, are robbed of the shiners,
We're punished for other folks' crimes.
Chorus.—We've got no work, &c.
Of course if you give us the sa-a-ack,
Our Gladstone bags we must pa-a-ack,
But perhaps for this hurry some day you'll be sorry,
And wish Burt and Fenwick both back.
Chorus.—We've got no work to do-o-o-o!
We're ballotted out of our scre-e-ew;
Poor Working Men's Members, this worst of Septembers,
In sorrow we sigh and boho-o-o!