This Ones For The Workers

Who Tired Night And Day

By Hand And By Brain

To Earn Your Pay

Who For Centuries Gone 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

Theyve Streamlined The Job

With Slide Rule And Stopwatch

OUR PRIDE They Have Wrought



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We're The First Ones To Starve

We're The First Ones To Die

The First Ones In Line For

That Pie In The Sky

And We're Always The Last

When The Cream Is Shared Out

For The Worker Is Working

When The Fat Cat's About



And When The Skies Dark

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

Though We've Never Owned One

Lousy Hand Full Of Earth



[Chorus X3]



And All These Things,

The Worker Has Done

From Tilling The Field,

To Carrying The Gun

We've Been Yoked To The Plow

Since Time First Began

And Always Espected

To Carry The Can.