Seasonal Workers Unemployment in Skegness Poem
Written by Angela Gooch on April 20th, 2008 in Art, Human Interest, People, Social History.
A poem about seasonal workers in Skegness, written in 1951 by local man, Glen Bevan.
A Lumley Lament
I’m ridin’ the Range on the Labour Exchange,
Oh, Cowboy ! watch me, ride,
I’m scanning the Sage for a job with a wage,
But, hell! Let’s get inside.
The season is over, the town is tomb,
And the ozone that thousands enjoyed
Is left to the workers - a bare, cheerless room,
To the crowded and cowed unemployed.
Yes! I’m ridin’ the Range on the Labour Exchange,
And I ain’t got a chance to un-horse,
Thro’ days dark and strange I’ll be, ridin’ that Range
‘Till the Equinox alters its course.
But, Stranger, no jeers at the riders and steers,
On the Range where the, unemployed ride.
For none can foretell for whom tolls the bell
On this Range so abysmal and wide.
GLEN BEVAN (Skegness)
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