Chords for Dick Gaughan - Workers' Song

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_ _ Come, [Db] _ _ _ [Ab] _
_ _ _ all ye workers, [Db] you toil [Ab] night and day, [Db] by hand and by brain, to earn [Ab] your pay, who
for centuries long [Db] past, for no more [Ab] than your bread [Db] have [Ab] lived, for your countries
encountered your dead in their factories and [Dbm] mills.
In the [Ab] shipyards and _ mines [Db] we've often been told to keep up with [Ab] the times, but our skills
are not needed.
[Dbm] They've streamlined [Ab] the job [Dbm] and we slide, [Ab] drool and stop, [Ebm] watch our [Db] pride, they have
wrought a die.
[Ab] But when the sky darkens [Db] and the [Ab] prospect is war, [Db] who's given a gun and then pushed
to [Eb] the [Ab] fore and expected to die?
[Dbm] For the land of [Ab] our birth, [Db] though [Ab] we've never owned [Eb] one [Ab] handful of earth. _ _ _ _
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_ We're the first ones to [Db] starve, we're the first [Ab] ones to die, we're [Db] the first ones in
line, for that [Ab] pie in the sky and we're always the last.
When the cream is shed out, [Db] or the worker is [Ab] working, when the fat cat's [Db] about [Ab] dying,
all of these things [Db] the worker [Ab] has done, _ [Db] from tilling the fields to [Ab] carrying the gun, we've
been yoked to the plough.
[Db] Since [Ab] time first began, [Db] I had always [Ab] expected to carry the can. _ _ _ _ _ _
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