The Cropper Lads’
1
Come, cropper lads of great renown,
Who love to drink good ale that’s brown,
And strike each haughty tyrant down
With hatchet, pike and gun.
Chorus
The cropper lads for me,
And gallant lads they’ll be,
With lusty stroke the shear frames broke,
The cropper lads for me.
2
What though the specials still advance,
And soldiers nightly round us prance,
The cropper lads still lead the dance,
With hatchet, pike and gun.
3
And night by night when all is still,
And the moon is hid behind the hill,
We forward march to do our will,
With hatchet, pike and gun.
4
Great Enoch he shall lead the van,
Stop him who dares, stop him who can,
Press forward every gallant man,
With hatchet, pike and gun.
Recording of the croppers songs
The Cropper Lads (1min 50secs) sung by Jim Potter with Three Score and Ten
Foster’s Mill (1min 19secs) sung by Jim Potter
Large music notation - Croppers songs