I was a minerI was a dockerI was a railway manBetween the warsI
raised a familyIn times of austerityWith sweat at the
foundryBetween the warsI paid the union and as times got harderI
looked to the government to help the working manAnd they brought
prosperity down at the armouryBetween the warsI kept the faith
and I kept votingNot for the iron fist but for the helping
handFor theirs is a land with a wall around itAnd mine is a
faith in my fellow manTheirs is a land of hope and gloryMine is
the green field and the factory floorTheirs are the skies all
dark with bombersAnd mine is the peace we knewBetween the
warsCall up the craftsmenBring me the draughtsmenBuild me a path
from cradle to graveAnd I'll give my consentTo any
governmentThat does not deny a man a living wageGo find the
young men never to fight againBring up the banners from the days
gone bySweet moderationHeart of this nationDesert us not, we
areBetween the wars