An Ode to the Framers of the Frame Bill

Oh well done Lord E---n! and better Lord R---r!

Britannia must prosper with councils like yours;

HAWKESBURY, HARROWBY, help you to guide her,

Whose remedy only must kill ere it cures:

Those villains, the Weavers, are all grown refractory,

Asking some succour for Charity's sake--

So hang them in clusters round each Manufactory,

That will at once put an end to mistake.

The rascals, perhaps, may betake them to robbing,

The dogs to be sure have got nothing to eat--

So if we can hang them for breaking a bobbin,

'Twill save all the Government's money and meat:

Men are more easily made than machinery--

Stockings fetch better prices than lives--

Gibbets on Sherwood will heighten the scenery,

Showing how Commerce, howLiberty thrives!

Some folks for certain have thought it was shocking,

When Famine appeals, and when Poverty groans,

That life should be valued at less than a stocking,

And breaking of frames lead to breaking of bones.

If it should prove so, I trust, by this token,

(And who will refuse to partake in the hope?)

That the frames of the fools may be first to be broken,

Who, when asked for a remedy, sent down a rope.

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Published anonymously in The Morning Chrinical on 2nd March 1812, not long after Lord Byron’s maiden speech to the House of Lords showing support for The Luddites