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
    [Chorus:]
  We're the first ones to starve the first ones to die
  The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
  And 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?
    [Chorus x3]
    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