[00:16.650]Yeh, this one's for the workers who toil night and day
[00:21.060]By hand and by brain to earn your pay
[00:25.550]Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
[00:30.380]Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
[00:44.270]In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
[00:48.890]We've often been told to keep up with the times
[00:53.400]For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
[00:58.110]And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
[01:02.670]We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
[01:07.410]The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
[01:11.820]And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
[01:16.470]For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
[01:21.710]And when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
[01:26.330]Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
[01:30.590]And expected to die for the land of our birth
[01:35.200]Though we've never owned one lousy handful of earth?
[01:39.830]We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
[01:44.710]The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
[01:49.110]And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
[01:54.000]For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
[02:17.550]We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
[02:22.490]The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
[02:26.950]And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
[02:31.950]For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
[02:36.540]We're the first ones to starve, we're the first ones to die
[02:41.460]The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
[02:45.850]And we're always the last when the cream is shared out
[02:50.660]For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
[02:57.790]All of these things the worker has done
[03:03.520]From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
[03:08.910]We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
[03:14.940]And always expected to carry the can
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Yeh, 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
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 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 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 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
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
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
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