WolfStack

When first I came down to London
In the year of eighteen ninety three
The city was quite wonderful
And the enterprise quite free
But the Neddies got suspicious
And they soon gave me the knock
I was beaten for talking to a fellow
Down at the Wolfstack Docks

Well next day by the Spider Pits
I raised up quite a stir
My Populists got busy
And called Mr Fires a cur
Well he purred "Why have you come here
to throw a spanner in my machine?"
I replied"Your worker should be getting
A lot more of the green!"

The Master murmurs to myself
"I shall not acquiesce!
To undermine your movement
I will spurn every break and rest!
Eighty hours a week is the new law
And they better well comply
Or the moss between the cobblestones
Will have blood as its dye"

I would not accept this insult
To the people of the land
And for the Master's part
He rejected me out of hand
And so an impasse soon developed
My Populists grew rather bored
And so implied a Neddie's mother
Was a woman who often whore'd.

Then a fistfight soon developed
And the talks came to a close
What my followers accomplished
Is ill-suited to my prose
I shall instead note quite politely
We gave the Neddies an awful shock
And we flung them into the water
Of the greasy Wolfstack docks!