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, and as times got harder

We looked to the government to help the working man

They brought prosperity down at the armoury

We're arming for peace, my 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 the land with a wall around it

And mine is the faith in my fellow man

Theirs is the land of hope and glory

Mine is the green field and the factory floor

Theirs are the skies all dark with bombers

And mine is the peace we know between the wars

Call up the craftsmen, bring me the draftsmen

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 and find the young men, never to fight again

Bring up the banners from the days gone by

Sweet moderation, it's the heart of this nation

Desert us not, we are between the wars