No more chant your old rhymes about old robin hood

His feats i do little admire

I'll sing the achievements of general ludd

Now the hero of nottingham shire

Those engines of mischief were sentenced to die

By unanimous vote of the trade

And ludd who cannot a position defy

Was the grand executioner made

Whether guarded by soldiers along the highway

Or closely secured in a room

He shivers them up by night and by day

And nothing can soften their doom

Shall the whole team of humble no longer oppressed

And shall ludd sheath his conquering sword

Be his grievance instantly met