The Lancashire Operatives’ Appeal. By William Eaton.
Pray help us, we are starving;
None can our sufferings tell,
God only knows the anguish
That in our hearts doth dwell.
Pray help us, we are starving;
And cannot work obtain;
To go about a begging
Runs sore against the grain.
Pray help us, we are starving;
This we could bear alone,
But wives and children clemming
Would rend a heart of stone.
Pray help us, we are starving;
Our chattels one by one
We’ve had to sell to buy us food,
And now the last is gone.
Pray help us, we are starving;
Bare boards are our best beds,
And thankful are, if we on straw
Can rest our weary heads.
Pray help us, we are starving;
Home drives us to despair;
No cheerful voices greet us
When we now enter there.
Pray help us, we are starving;
To our country we apply,
She promptly must support us,
Or we shall droop and die.
Pray help us, we are starving;
Pray help us in our need;
Pray help us now and freely
And God will bless the deed.
Horwich, Nov., 1862.