Volume 93 — THE WAIL OF MESSRS. BURT AND FENWICK.

The Northumberland Miners' U-ni-on Have bidden their Burt bego-o-one. It seems, by the ballot, we soon shall be all out, And there'll be an end to our fun.

Chorus.—We've got no work to do-o-o-o! We have no work to do-o-o! We are poor Members, poor Working-Men Members, Who've got no work to do! Oh, Morpeth and Wansbeck, o-o-oh! This same is a pretty go-o-o! The feelings why hurt of your Fenwick and Burt? We wouldn't have served you so! Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. The Working-Men's Members of la-a-ate Were getting a power in the Sta-a-ate, But now they're rejected, or coldly ejected, Which same is a sorrowful fate. Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. Joe Arch he had to go-o-o-o, Then Leicester, the other Jo-o-oe! And now we two'll have to forfeit our "screw," Which is jolly hard lines, you know. Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. It's hardly fair play to gi-i-ive, To a Labour-Representati-i-ve, For without your cash, O Miners most rash, How, how shall we manage to live? Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. It is no doubt exceedingly tru-u-ue; We've found little work to do-o-o, In the House. For that same 'tis not we who're to blame, But the long Irish hullaballo. Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. We know these are very hard ti-i-imes, To scrape up the dollars and di-i-imes; But when we, dear Miners, are robbed of the shiners, We're punished for other folks' crimes. Chorus.—We've got no work, &c. Of course if you give us the sa-a-ack, Our Gladstone bags we must pa-a-ack, But perhaps for this hurry some day you'll be sorry, And wish Burt and Fenwick both back. Chorus.—We've got no work to do-o-o-o! We're ballotted out of our scre-e-ew; Poor Working Men's Members, this worst of Septembers, In sorrow we sigh and boho-o-o!