Poem by C. Westray

To the Chartists

On, countrymen, on to the fight,
	The struggle for freedom most dear, 
Hurl down on the tyrants the blight,
	Of the hearts their oppression doth sear.

Forget not the honest and brave,
	Who in tyrant Whig’s dungeons are cast,
And indignantly spurn the base slave,
	Who with slander their fair fame would blast.

Be not lured by the treacherous smile 
	Of base traitors, who seek but your fall;
They’ll employ every base, Whig-like guile, 
	To divert you from Liberty’s call.

Sons of Albion stand firm to your posts —
	Respond to fair liberty’s sigh — 
That despite of the tyrant’s red hosts,
	Your Charter you’ll have, or you’ll die.

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