Born a poor worker's son

Taught to fight for all his rights

Life for him's just begun

Union might his leading light.

It's a shame and it's a sin

They don't know the mood they're in

Until they strike for what is right

Not what has been.

Shop floor, that's where he's at

Back to back, bring out the rack

Squeeze them 'til they react

Wield the gun; see how they run.

It's a shame and it's a sin

They don't know the mood they're in

Until they strike for what is right

Not what has been.

All out of freedom, all out for more

Show them we mean it, tell them the score

Brother for brother, that's what we're for

Don't give us reasons

Our reasons has gone out the door.

Born a poor worker's son

Taught to fight for all his rights

Life for him's just begun

Union might his leading light.

It's a shame and it's a sin

They don't know the mood they're in

Until they strike for what is right

Not what has been.