Sometimes the good woman gets worn and weary
And says we are hauling too much of a load,
I tell her the journey would look still more dreary
If the dollar alarm clock should fail to explode.
Then here's to my booster that only needs winding,
And here's to the victim that just keeps alive.
The boss gets the money and I do the grinding;
The clock starts the circus at quarter past five.
HOLD THE FORT
(English Transport Worker's Strike Song)
We meet today in Freedom's cause ,
And raise our voices high;
We'll join our hands in union strong,
To battle or to die.
CHORUS:
Hold the fort for we are coming—
Union men, be strong.
Side by side we battle onward,
Victory will come.
Look, my Comrades, see the union
Banners waving high.
Reinforcements now appearing,
Victory is nigh.
See our numbers still increasing;
Hear the bugle blow.
By our union we shall thriumph
Over every foe.
Fierce and long the battle rages,
But we will not fear.
Help will come whene'er it's needed,
Cheer, my Comrades, cheer.
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