I was a miner
I was a docker
And I was a railwayman
Between the wars
I raised a family
In times of austerity
With sweat in the foundry
Between the wars
I paid the union
And as times got harder
I looked to the government
To help the working man
But they brought prosperity
Down at the armory
We’re arming for peace, my friends
Between the wars
But 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 thе green fields
And the factory floors
Theirs arе the skies
All dark with bombers
And mine is the peace
We knew between the wars
Call up the craftsmen
Bring me the draughtsmen
And 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
Call up the young men
Never to fight again
And ring back the banners
From the days gone by
Sweet moderation
Heart of this nation
Desert us not, we are
Between the wars