Butchered And Bled For A Loaf 'o Bread By Harry Riley Poem by David Page- aka Harry Riley

Heaven knows
Pentrich Martyrs to a cause you fell
You had your say and were locked away
There never was a hope in hell
Harsh masters ruled the day

Heaven knows
With pitchforks, rusty knives and staves
You marched along as sorry braves
And never was a hope in hell
Harsh masters ruled the day

Heaven knows
The years still echo names that cannot rest
Long gone the gallows and the axeman's blade
Brandreth: Turner: Ludlam, put to test
Harsh masters ruled the day

Heaven knows
To grievous pain and torture you were led
Martyred by a State in fear, lest anachy held sway
Butcherd and Bled for a Loaf 'o Bread
Harsh masters ruled the day
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