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I was a miner, I was a docker |
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I was a railway man between the wars |
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I raised a family in times of austerity |
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With sweat at the foundry between the wars |
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I paid the union and as times got harder |
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I looked to the government to help the working man |
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But they brought prosperity down at the armoury |
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We're arming for peace, me boys between the wars |
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I kept the faith and I kept voting |
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Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand |
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For theirs is a land with a wall around it |
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And mine is a faith in my fellow man |
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Theirs is a land of hope and glory |
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Mine is the green field and the factory floor |
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Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers |
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And mine is the peace we knew between the wars |
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Call up the craftsmen, bring me the draftsmen |
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Build me a path from cradle to grave |
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And I'll give my consent to any government |
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That does not deny a man a living wage |
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Go find the young men never to fight again |
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Bring up the banners from the days gone by |
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Sweet moderation, heart of this nation |
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Desert us not, we are between the wars |
