The Workers Song (feat. Seth Lakeman)

Oh, come on all you workers, who toil night and day By hand and by brain, to earn your pay Who for centuries all 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 fact'ries and mills, 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 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 a 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 tillin' the fields, to carryin' the gun We've been yoked to the plow, 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