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Workers' Song Lyrics
Come all of you 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
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with slide rule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
But when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
When we've never owned one handful of earth?
We're the first ones to starve, the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
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
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with slide rule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
When we've never owned one handful of earth?
The first ones in line for that pie in the sky
And always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can
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