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We're the first ones to starve The first ones to die The first ones in line For that pie-in-the-sky And always the last When the cream is shared out For the worker is working When the fat cat's about All of these things The worker has done From tilling the fields To carrying the gun We've been yoked to the plough Since time first began And always expected To carry the can