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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=365967" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Peterloo Massacre</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">The people marched to St. Peter's Field<br>On a fair and a sunny day, <br>They'd gone to listen to Henry Hunt<br>A radical, in his way, <br>For Manchester was a ruin then, <br>The people could beg or starve, <br>For the looms were sitting in silence there<br>With the wages more than halved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The government passed the Corn Laws<br>To protect the growers at home, <br>But the British corn was inferior, <br>And the price quite overblown, <br>The people, faced with a famine sought<br>To reform the parliament, <br>A million folk in Manchester, <br>With just two to represent.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And only a hundred and fifty were<br>Electors, here I quote, <br>Not like the rotten boroughs that<br>Survived on a single vote, <br>The people marched on St. Peter's Field<br>While the government sent Hussars, <br>Fearing the spread of dissidence, <br>After Napoleon's wars.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The police were there and the yeomanry<br>As they came from near and far, <br>And William Hulton, magistrate, <br>The head of the Northern Bar, <br>His name was writ on a plaque of blood<br>In the nether depths of hell, <br>When he signed the letters to start the charge<br>On a people that just meant well.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There was no honour or glory there<br>But a cry of endless shame, <br>When Lieutenant Colonel Guy L'Estrange<br>Blackened his soldiers name, <br>For the horses trampled the people<br>And the sabres flashed in the air, <br>While many a woman was trampled to death<br>By the horses hooves out there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Margaret Downes was sabred, Mary<br>Heys was trampled and crushed, <br>William Bradshaw shot in the head, <br>They died, it was so unjust, <br>Martha Partington died on the spot, <br>Thrown into a cellar, she died, <br>While sabred and stabbed with a bayonet, <br>Tom Buckley, and others beside.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Fifteen died on that infamous day, <br>And seven hundred were hurt, <br>Henry Hunt was arrested, jailed, <br>And others were dragged in the dirt, <br>Napoleon suffered at Waterloo<br>But the English have suffered too, <br>It's writ in the annals of infamy<br>As the massacre, ‘Peterloo! '</div><div style="margin:10px 0">22 September 2012</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=David+Lewis+Paget">David Lewis Paget</a><div class=q>
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On a fair and a sunny day, 
They'd gone to listen to Henry Hunt
A radical, in his way, 
For Manchester was a ruin then, 
The people could beg or starve, 
For the looms were sitting in silence there
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