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The Workers Song (feat. Seth Lakeman)Oh, come all of you workersWho toil night and day By hand and by brain To earn your pay Who for centuries old past For no more than your bread Have bled for your countries And counted your dead 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 In the factories and mills In the shipyards and mines We've often been told Keep up with the times For our skills are not needed They've streamlined the job With slide rule 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 And all of these things The worker has done From tilling a field To carrying the gun We been yoked to the plough Since time first began And always expected to carry the can 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 |