He doesn't listen to what I say.
Ralph Ardsley.
Not that you are to blame for it, we don't say that.
But probably without your knowing it
A fire or something's going out of you
That's kindling this industrial upheaval;
For it's your name they've made the war-cry, Harry.
Bishop Hardbrooke.
He even smiled when you spoke of the mills
Closing.
Ralph Ardsley.
I don't think he meant it so.
His heart's out there, though, that's as plain as day.
Bishop Hardbrooke.
Harry, if these shouts mean a final step,
A closing up of things which if once closed
Will render of no use any labor of ours,
I beg of you to call this meeting off,
At least until we see what we can do.
Ralph Ardsley.