1
Come, cropper lads of great renown,
That loves to drink good ale that’s brown,
And strike each haughty tyrant down
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
Chorus
The cropper lads for me,
And gallant lads they’ll be,
With lusty stroke the shear frames broke,
The cropper lads for me.
2
Although the specials still advance,
And soldiers nightly round us prance,
The cropper lads still lead the dance,
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
4
Great Enoch he shall lead the van,
Stop him who dares, stop him who can,
Press forward every gallant man,
With ’atchet, pike and gun.
This is a contemporary song about Yorkshire.
This song was produced as part of a schools-based industrial heritage project - for more information see industrial-heritage.epip.org.uk/