Rise, ye lads of Chadderton,
Oldhamers rise every one,
Rise and hail the glorious sun,
And cheer the joyful day.
Hark the trumpet's clangour sound,
See your banners float around,
Shouts of Englishmen resound,
Rise, rise, and come away.
Who would sneak at home and hide,
Who exults not, stung with pride,
When he sees his foe defied,
Deserves not to be free.
Join us, then, our strength's a tower,
Tyrants tremble at your power,
Now's the day, and now's the hour,
Rush on to victory.
He that's not a willing slave,
Let hirn strive for Cobbett brave,
Fielden too our help shall have;
The Commons House they'll purge.
Tell to England, tell the world,
Freedom's banner is unfurl'd;
Hell-ward all your foes are hurl'd,
Down, down with Bright* and Burge.
* Not John Bright.
