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Richard Carlile was an English radical in the early 1800s, whose printing press specialized in making dissident texts available to working class people by printing them in cheap, serialized form. Carlile was one of the speakers at the Chartist rally in Manchester that became the Peterloo Massacre, a pivotal moment in the development both of working class politics and the police forces who oppose us. Carlile was later imprisoned and barred from being able to access paper, in part because he advised striking farm workers to consider themselves at war with the Crown. Emmett is one of Richard’s direct descendants.

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Hello again, your Honor- I think you know me well
My name is Richard Carlile, and the truth to you I’ll tell
My charge is sedition and libel in the press-
I’ve printed no lies, sir, but sedition I’ll confess
for a king is still a man, no less or greater than
Those who delve the loam and dig the deathly mines
And the station of your birth gives you no claim over the ear
No right over our labor and no right over our minds

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You'll never silence me, with your troops or with your jail
you'll never silence me- and let the truth stand for my bail
Take my paper, take my pen, and I will come to raise again
And I'll sing your name, Oh Liberty, until every man and woman's speaking free

I know the charge against me, and I'll tell you what it's for-
for putting books and putting power into the hands of the working poor,
and for writing these words I know are true:
There's the servants and there's the masters and there's a war between the two
I've seen men locked into your cells, your priests damn us into hell
your yeomen cut the people down-
with the gun and saber too on the fields of Peterloo,
and the Corn Law and wage slavery in the slums of London Town

Chorus

Is there any Earthly power to put King George on the run,
More than the Yankee rebels, more than Boney’s guns?
But the common folk of Britain, could do with their arms crossed
What all the arms of Europe had ventured and had lost
We are co-conspirators, engaging in the war
Declared on us the day they forged a crown
And put reason into chains, put people in the same
But people, by refusing, could pull any tyrant down

Chorus

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from In The Ruins They've Left Us, We'll Plant Gardens Still, released December 23, 2020
Vocals and Guitar: Emmett Doyle
Bass: R Young
Songwriting: Emmett Doyle
Accordion: Sam Adams

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