[00:13.16]When I was a laddy, a laddy at school
[00:16.42]With a head full of lettuce, a belly of gruel
[00:19.85]No training to speak of, spit out of fool
[00:23.25]Thought life was for working cheap shots and cruel.
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[00:28.92]The masters would tussle and argue and fight
[00:32.68]Boys we made property currency blight
[00:35.96]God forbid anyone show us the light
[00:39.03]Avast with the caning to put us to right.
[00:42.82]
[00:42.95]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine
[00:46.42]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine.
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[00:52.32]And then we were men to the factory bound
[00:55.70]A penny a week and a face pushed to ground
[00:58.77]No matter if you lose a finger or hand
[01:02.11]Owners and workers the fight goes around.
[01:05.13]
[01:05.90]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine
[01:09.24]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine.
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[01:13.62]I married a lass as my father before
[01:18.03]And set to make babies to feed to the war
[01:22.18]As we went to our business and knock at the door
[01:26.72]The boss cried keep writhing, the factory needs more.
[01:30.75]
[01:32.54]But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine
[01:36.07]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine.
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[01:45.31]So if you come looking for labour to spoil
[01:49.01]Men who don't question, men who will toil
[01:51.94]To your factories they're product, to your banks they are oil
[01:56.92]To chew up and spit out and grind out for soil.
[02:00.73]
[02:01.30]But they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine
[02:04.96]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine.
[02:08.31]Cause they're mine, mine, You filthy old swine
[02:15.57]Get your own pigs to feed off, These ones are mine.
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