One More Day Than Them

One More Day Than Them

and Geoff Franciz, Australia.

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looked us in the eye. One shout-ed, "At least we're work-in' mate.” “Not

Me and Sandy, we got up each day

And we stood by the factory gates,

Where each day we heard the whistle blow

At around fifteen-past-cight;

And the scabs’ bus drove right past our line,

They never looked us in the eye.

One shouted, “At least we're workin’ mate.”

“Not when we're done,” says 1.

And this woman from the local press,

Came at me with a pad and pen;

She said, "How long more can you hold out?"

I said, “One more day then them."

That no matter what we're holding out

One more day than them!