In October '36 they took a trip
The men who made the ships
Searching for some kind of salvation
With head held high and dignified
The townsfolk and the passers-by
Held them in some kind of admiration
March on, Marshall Riley's army
Marching for your rights, you've surely earned them
March on, Marshall Riley's army
The lessons that you taught us, who has learned them?
Soldiers in the front line of the struggle
For the right to work
Did God give me these hands just to be idle?
While his holiness the bishop
With his infinite Christian wisdom
Like Peter when the cock crew had denied them
And the yes men and the press men to London town
All came down, brought with them the curious and deranged
And forty years have since gone past
But you're still down there if you're working class
Can anybody tell me what has changed?


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