just a lad of sixteen summers <br />when the mining gates locked <br />i stood there with my brothers <br />some with there rifles cocked <br />just hold on to youe shirt me boys <br />this is going the hole way <br />dont you worry was the answer back <br />were with you arthur all the way <br /> <br />and we, ll dance yes we, ll dance <br />yes we, ll danceon your grave mrs thatcher <br /> <br />she had come well prepared <br />with the coal that she, d amassed <br />everyday she, d try to break us down <br />take the flag down from the mast <br />but we stood there all united <br />exept the scabs down from the south <br />with there crys for a ballott <br />taking food from our kids mouths <br /> <br />and we, ll dance yes we, ll dance <br />yes we, ll dance on your grave mrs thatcher <br /> <br />gone twenty years now since it came and went <br />but what for i hear you say <br />twas for the rite to earn a living wage <br />in this country its the only way <br />you talk to me about democracy <br />you ask me why im not proud <br />its because it killed my father <br />and cant you see that thats just not allowed <br /> <br />so i, ll dance yes i, ll dance <br />yes i, ll dance on your grave mrs thatcher<br /><br />john mccullagh<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-ll-dance-on-your-grave-mrs-thatcher/
