I was a miner, I was a docker, I was a railwayman between the wars
I raised a family, in times of austerity, with sweat at the foundry b t w
I paid the union, then as times got harder, I looked to the government to
help the working man
but they brought prosperity down at the armoury, we're arming for peace,
see boys, between the wars
I kept the faith and I kept voting, not for the iron fist but for the
helping hand
for theirs is a land with a wall around it and mine is a faith in my
fellow man
theirs is a land of hope and glory, mine is the greenfield and the
factory floor
theirs are the skies all dark with bombers and mine is the peace we knew
between the wars
call up the craftsman, bring me the draughtsman, build me a path from
cradle to grave
and I'll give my consent to any government that does not deny a man a
living wage
go find the young men, never to fight again, bring up the banners from
the
cast moderation, heart of this nation, desert us not we are between the
wars
On the first couple of bars of the intro, rest the heel of your hand on