| I was a miner | D Em | |
| I was a docker | G D | |
| I was a railway man | A Bm | |
| Between the wars | G A |
| I raised a family | A Bm | |
| In times of austerity | G D | |
| With sweat at the foundry | A Bm | |
| Between the wars | G A D |
| I paid the union | A Bm | |
| and as times got harder | G D | |
| I looked to the government | A | |
| to help the working man | A |
| But they brought prosperity | D Em | |
| down at the armoury | G D | |
| We're arming for peace me boys | A Bm | |
| Between the wars | G A D | |
| G D |
| 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 green field | ||
| 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 craftsmen | ||
| Bring me the draughtsmen | ||
| 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 |