Yeh, this ones for the workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have bled for your countries and counted your dead In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines Weve often been told to keep up with the times For our skills are not needed, theyve streamlined the job And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed Were the first ones to starve, were the first ones to die The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky And were always the last when the cream is shared out For the worker is working when the fat cats about And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war Whos given a gun and then pushed to the fore And expected to die for the land of our birth Though weve never owned one lousy handful of earth? All of these things the worker has done From tilling the fields to carrying the gun Weve been yoked to the plough since time first began And always expected to carry the can
Posted on: Fri, 22 Aug 2014 00:22:13 +0000
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