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One More Day Than Them
and Geoff Francis, Australia.
mou nymenereny ~ Where each day we beard the whist-le blow Ar a-
ci ee scabs' bus drove right pest or linc, Theymo- ver
looked us in the eye. One shout-ed, "At least we're work- in' mate." "Not
Verse 2
— sym bold out I said, "Ome more dey thas
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;
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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 I.
And this woman from the local press,
Came at me with a pad and pen;
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She said, "How long more can you hold out?"
I said, "One more day then them."
Chorus
Ef we've told them once, well we've told them twice,
And we've told them again and again;
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That no matter what we're holding out
One more day than them!