Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers
Not for the iron fist but for the helping hand
Bring up the banners from the days gone by
Mine is the green field and the factory floor
I kept the faith and I kept voting
Call up the craftsmen, bring me the draftsmen
Sweet moderation, heart of this nation
But they brought prosperity down at the armoury
Build me a path from cradle to grave
And mine is a faith in my fellow man
For theirs is a land with a wall around it
I paid the union and as times got harder
With sweat at the foundry between the wars
We're arming for peace, me boys between the wars
Theirs is a land of hope and glory
Go find the young men never to fight again
I raised a family in times of austerity
I looked to the government to help the working man
And mine is the peace we knew between the wars
That does not deny a man a living wage
And I'll give my consent to any government
