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, 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?       [Chorus x3]       And 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