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