My words to a familiar tune.

Lets raise our banner way up high, the working man will never die
As labour is a might of force, we are the hope, the fighting cause.

Then raise again – our standard true, it stands for trust from me to you
Now justice is our natural aim, both rich and poor are not the same.

We say that where a unions banned, our fraternal faith will help us stand

Now Margaret is a vile name, it stands for Miner’s hurt and shame.

Come rise again our standard true, it stands for trust from me to you
When starving men are pushed to shame, both rich and poor are not the same.

As syndicalists we have the might, to share the wealth that is our right.

The ruling class may force our graves, our vow will never see us slaves.

Lets stand beside our standard true, it stands for trust from me to you
When losses are the workers blaim, both rich and poor are not the same.

Reject the bribe of overtime, to working men it is a crime.

As working men must keep their pride, we come as comrades by your side.

Come fly the flag with faith and trust, have conscious that is fare and just
Seldom will the rich explain why both rich and poor are not the same.

(Mike)
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