As industrialization generated new work in the factories, it also destroyed older means of livelihood, particularly that of skilled artisans. By the early 1860s, the silk weavers of Coventry, England, a long-
Questions to consider as you examine the source:
Only a Weaver, 1860s
Who is that man coming up the street
With weary manner and shuffling feet;
With a face that tells of care and grief
And in hope that seems to have lost belief.
For wickedness past he now atones
He’s only a weaver that no one owns.
He’s coming no doubt from breaking stones
With saddened heart and aching bones.
But why should he grumble, he gets good pay
A loaf and six pence every day.
He thought if he worked both night and day
He ought to receive equivalent pay;
But he’s just an inconsistent man
Who doesn’t understand the commercial plan.
Political economy now must sway
And say when a man shall work or play.
If he’s wanted his wages may be high
If he isn’t, why then, he may starve and die.
If you employ him, don’t mend the price
He’s starving, you know and has no choice —
And give him to weave the worst of silk
For it’s only a weaver’s time you bilk. . . .
Yet take no heed of his sighs and groans
His careworn face, his agonized moans;
For wickedness past he now atones
He’s only a weaver that no one owns.
Source: Joseph Gutteridge, Light and Shadows in the Life of an Artisan (1893), 153, abridged and adapted in Poverty Knock, edited by Roy Palmer (New York: Cambridge University Press, 1974), 24. Copyright © Cambridge University Press, 1974. Reprinted with permission of Cambridge University Press.