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When I was a laddy, a laddy at school |
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With a head full of lettuce, a belly of gruel |
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No training to speak of, spit out of fool |
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Thought life was for working cheap shots and cruel. |
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The masters would tussle and argue and fight |
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Boys we made property currency blight |
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God forbid anyone show us the light |
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Avast with the caning to put us to right. |
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Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine |
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Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. |
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And then we were men to the factory bound |
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A penny a week and a face pushed to ground |
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No matter if you lose a finger or hand |
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Owners and workers the fight goes around. |
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Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine |
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Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. |
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I married a lass as my father before |
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And set to make babies to feed to the war |
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As we went to our business and knock at the door |
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The boss cried keep writhing, the factory needs more. |
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But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine |
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Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. |
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So if you come looking for labour to spoil |
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Men who don't question, men who will toil |
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To your factories they're product, to your banks they are oil |
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To chew up and spit out and grind out for soil. |
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But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine |
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Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. |
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Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine |
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Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine. |
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