O Strike
On Strike.
Men down tools were striking until they've all seen sense
if they won't up our wages now they'll have to mend the fence.
Then see if they like it on a cold winters day
Hammers and nails we never fail a hard days work for pay.
Of course they think it's nothing because we never seem to shout.
We just get on with labouring that's what hard works all about.
But you see the cost of living is soaring through the skies
and they fill our hearts with promises, but all we see are lies.
A good man for his labour, a hard days work he'll graft.
For minimum wage at any age do they think men, that were daft.
So all were asking is a wee rise, to pick up our tools and not strike.
With 20% up the minimum wage and we'll be back to work if yah like.
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