The Worker's Song!!

[tony6d2]

This one's 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,
and bled for your countries and counted your dead.

In the factories and mills
in the ship yards and mines
we've often been told to keep up with the times.
For our skills are not needed,
they streamlined the job,
and with sliderule and stopwatch
our pride they have robbed!

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 sky darkens and the prospect is war,
who's given the gun and then pushed to the fore?
And expected to die for the land of our birth,
though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth.

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 all of these things,
the worker has done.
From tilling the fields,
to carrying the gun!
We've been yolked to the plow,
since time first began.
And always expected,
to carry the can!