Come all of you workers who toil night and day By hand and by brain to earn your pay Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread Have bled for your countries and counted your dead In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines We've often been told to keep up with the times For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed But when the sky darkens and the prospect is war Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore And expected to die for the land of our birth When we've never owned one handful of earth? We're the first ones to starve the first ones to die The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky And always the last when the cream is shared out For the worker is working when the fat cat's about All of these things the worker has done From tilling the fields to carrying the gun We've been yoked to the plough since time first began And always expected to carry the can
Awesome cover very nice
Probably one of my favourite version/cover of this song I've heard
Masterpiece. Made me cry. Made me think of me dad
Fantastic!
Brilliant, Ben!
awesome guitar work
Thanks Ryan!
This version is truly superb. Breathtaking!
Well done man you sure did it justice!
Nice one Ben 👍
Brilliant!
this is such a lovely version of a song I really love. Thank you.
Saw your reddit post, great work on this one Ben.
Good job, lad. 👍
Great job
.. thank you.. :)
Come all of you workers who toil night and day
By hand and by brain to earn your pay
Who for centuries long past for no more than your bread
Have bled for your countries and counted your dead
In the factories and mills, in the shipyards and mines
We've often been told to keep up with the times
For our skills are not needed, they've streamlined the job
And with sliderule and stopwatch our pride they have robbed
But when the sky darkens and the prospect is war
Who's given a gun and then pushed to the fore
And expected to die for the land of our birth
When we've never owned one handful of earth?
We're the first ones to starve the first ones to die
The first ones in line for that pie-in-the-sky
And always the last when the cream is shared out
For the worker is working when the fat cat's about
All of these things the worker has done
From tilling the fields to carrying the gun
We've been yoked to the plough since time first began
And always expected to carry the can