There were thousands and thousands o'kids Pushed down pits or stamped out in t'mills Mekin theer bids fer freedom. Aye...from the drudgery and slavery of serfdom.
Now I realise..all that they got was a sub standard plot.. ..and two penny's to cover...their poor dead eyes And in the parlours Ma cries.
It was the minimum rate from which.. ..we still cannot escape. The rasping and grasping maws.. ..the jaws that still trap us in poverty and penury It's time for the judiciary to alter the law To give poor people more. What the **** are they waiting for? A return to the old ways.. ..back to the old days?
I wait for the answer but suspect I won't hear And wonder what year this can be Or even what century.