Between The Wars

I was a miner I was a docker I was a railwayman between the wars   I raised a family in times of austerity with sweat at the foundry between   the wars   I paid the union as times got harder I looked to the government to   help the working man                                            but they brought prosperity down at the armoury we’re arming for peace   me boys between the wars   I kept the faith and I kept voting not for the iron fist but for the   helping hand   for theirs is a land with a wall around it and mine is a faith in my     fellow man   theirs is a land of hope and glory mine is the greenfield and the   factory floor                                theirs are the skies all dark with bombers and mine is the peace we knew   between the wars       call up the craftsman bring me the draughtsman build me a path from   cradle to grave   and I’ll give my consent to any government that does not deny a man a   living wage   go find the young men never to fight again bring up the banners from   the   days gone by                         sweet moderation heart of this nation desert us not we are between the   wars