I was a miner, I was a docker   I was a railway man between the wars   I raised a family in times of austerity   With sweat at the foundry between the wars      I paid the union and 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, me 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 green field 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 craftsmen, bring me the draftsmen   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 days gone by   Sweet moderation, heart of this nation   Desert us not, we are between the wars