Glorifying terrorism, part 2

I have always had a soft spot for the Luddites. For one thing, 'Ned Ludd' (if he ever existed) is supposed to have come from the area where I live. He may be the closest we have round here to a local hero. The activities of the Luddites would be classed as terrorism under the Prevention of Terrorism Act 2000. But hey! good for Byron. He wrote a song for them:

Song for the Luddites

   As the Liberty lads o'er the sea
Bought their freedom, and cheaply, with blood,
      So we, boys, we
   Will die fighting, or live free,
And down with all kings but King Ludd!

   When the web that we weave is complete,
And the shuttle exchanged for the sword,
      We will fling the winding sheet
   O'er the despot at our feet,
And dye it deep in the gore he has pour'd.

   Though black as his heart its hue,
Since his veins are corrupted to mud,
      Yet this is the dew
   Which the tree shall renew
Of Liberty, planted by Ludd!

George Gordon, Lord Byron (1788–1824)

written in December 1816

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