Wheels of the world
of the World !
Come all you true sons of old Erin, attend to these few simple lines,
I'll sing you a song about spinning, it was a good trade in old times.
Some they spun worsted and yarn, and others they spun flax and tow.
By experience my friends you can learn, how the wheels of the world
So these are the wheels of the world, my friends you must all under-
For 300 years they've been spinning destruction all over the land.
Luther spun out his existence, and so did King Henry the VIII.,
John Calvin by Satan's temptation, their maxims he did imitate ;
Tom Cranmer he joined the new system, and swore he'd make spindles
Pluto himself did assist them—perdition that turned their wheel.
John Mitchel, the brave son of Erin, declared that a spinner he'd be,
He got all his wheels in full motion, his dear native land to set free ;
But Lord C—n—n, the lieutenant, at spinning he was fully bent,
And unto the Isle of Bermuda, the sons of Hibernia were sent.
Lord Nelson he was a good spinner, on board of the ship Victory,
He was counted the greatest of spinners that ever set sail on the sea ;
His shipmen were all famous spinners, for Nelson they spun very well,
But the Frenchmen spun ball at Trafalgar, and on the ship deck
Billy Pitt too, he was a good spinner, and so was Lord Castlereagh,
Sure they spun the Union from Ireland—to England they shipped it
Poor Billy spun out his existence, and bamsn'd in Charon's old boat,
Then Lord C——sayed his distance by cutting the rim of his throat.
Napoleon he was a great spinner, for freedom did always advance,
Over deserts and great lofty mountains, he led on the brave sons of
Old Wellington he went a spinning, his wheels they were at Waterloo,
But if Grouchy had never been bribed, the French would have split
Sim in two.
Prince Albert came spinning to England, his wheel by a compass did
He spun out a Queen for his Consort, and some little thousands a year ;
John Bull he must now go a spinning, a few thousands more he must
For the Q——n has another young son, that was spun in the city of
The factory masters are spinning, their wheels they are turning away.
And now they are wanting their hands for work thirteen hours in the
They don't care a fig for the poor, they heed not their sighs or their
They don't a pin if you work till they spin all the flesh of your
The rich they are all fam'd spinners, and you are very well sure,
They are always contriving a scheme to crush down the rights of the
So if you compell'd to go spinning, let each of your spindles be steel
be your o o, and glory will sure your wheel.
Ye true born heroes I hope you will now lend an ea ,
To a few simple verses the truth unto you I ll declare,
My name is Pat Brady, the same I will never de ,
In Ross I was born and in Naas I'm condemned to die.
I once had a home and a shelter from want and ee,
But I am now amongst strangers where no person
does' me know.
Condemned for high treason to die on the gallo ,
For seeking the rights of poor Erin my dear con
My father, God rest him, was taken without any
crime, [hours time ,
And arched off a prisoner and hanged in o e
Myself and two brothers to the woods were forced
to fly. [die
We vowed for revenge or else by the sword for to
It was early next morning to Gorey we all march'd
away, [liberty ;
Where the drums they did rattle and our fifes fo
Full twelve thousand heroes nine hundred and forty
We took all their cannons that day from their artillery.
It was early next morning to Wicklow we all mar
ched away, [that day
Our hearts was most glorious with liberty shining
But entering to Fernes we were attacked by the
ye ma ry, [plete ro p y
We fought them for four days till we gained a com-
We fought in New Ross and we fought upon e-
gar Hill, [ joined us with free will ;
And in sweet Castle Comer where the Colli
Out of fourteen engagements we received not a
wound or scar, [Castleba
Till I lost my two brothers at the battle of sweet
To march with the Frenchmen it left me much
troubled in mind, [ behind ;
To think I should go and leave my two brothers
Through the sweet county Leitrim to Granard our
way we took, [Ballinamuck.
And was attacked by the army at the village of
We fought with good courage but defeated we were
on that day, [could stay ;
We were forced to retreat, no longer our l eroes
But the Longford brave heroes to fly from us they
never could, [ of their bloo
They never would yield till they'd lose the last dray
When we were forced to retreat for refuge we
thought for to fly, [die
So all that was taken was certain and sure for s
To the sweet county Wicklow for refuge we thoughts
for to face, [ed in Naes ;
We were taken in Ratangan and twelve of as ha
Come all you brave heroes the truth unto you
So all you good Christians adhere to my s
You'll orav for Pat Brady the h of Ninety-s
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