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A dirty job for you to do the many to support the fewFor a hundred years there’s work to do in mine and yard and millThe scarlet banners raised on high bloody red against the skyAnd round the pit head children cry for men a mile below Ch : From the furnace blast to the mining townFrom the shipyards ring to the fishing groundFrom the railway yard to the woollen townThat’s not the job for you that’s not the job for you To think of the private son the owner the banker the number one Where did all his money come the truth was clear to youWorkers of the world unite side by side to fight the fight the fightIn frozen yard and icy night those men will see it through Ch To think of the child that’s ill never of the doctor’s billWe’ve no idea we never will of the price that must be paidAnd twice in the last century the poorest bloody infantryAnd women in the factories a dirty job to do This was the story of the age newly known as heritageI never had to take the cage a dirty job to doA hundred feet above the Wear before the lads you show no fearWalk the girder if you dare a dirty job to do Ch And many families looked and saw the dirty jobs and vowed and swore That s not for me any more and they left it all behindAnd changes in technology in health and wealth societyChanged our working history and which of us will mourn Ch
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