Pittance paid to the working man
Building a stranger’s wealth
Ain’t it great, food on the plate
Paid with their lives, paid with their health
900 fall every year
A million broke and maimed
But what number to disease
From a wretched workplace
About every two working hours of every working day
Good calls home his working sons to join the great majority
Remember the workers who don’t return
At the end of the working day
Fight for the living, pray for the dead
Human canaries
So come April 28th
Our hammers we lay down
The flag is low, in silence stand
For our brothers who have fallen
So once every living year
Let every single worker pray
No more blessed workers fall
National Mourning Day
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