This monster oppression behold how he stalks

Keeps picking the bones of the poor as he walks

There's not a mechanic throughout this whole land

But more or less feels the weight of his hand.

That offspring of tyranny, baseness and pride

Our rights both invaded and almost destroyed

May that man be banished to Villainy screens

Or sides with big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus



And may the odd knife his great carcass dissect

Lay open his vitals for men to inspect

A heart full as black as the infernal gulf

In that greedy blood sucking and bone scraping wolfThis wicked dissenter expelled his own church

Is rendered the subject of public reproach

Since reprobate marks on his forehead appeared

We all have concluded his conscience is seared

See mammon his god and oppression his aim

Hark how the streets ring with his infamous name

The boys at the playhouse exhibit strange scenes

Respecting big Watkinson and his thirteensChorus



We claim as true Yorkshire men leave to speak twice

That no man should work for him at any price

Since he has attempted our lives to enthral

And mingle our liquor with wormwood and gall

Beelzebub take him with his ill-got pelf

He's equally bad if not worse than thyself

So shall every cutler that honestly means

Cry 'take Watkinson and his thirteens'