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It's May day, it's labour day
It's time to throw your dreams away
To wrap the ribbons round the pole
And dance to the Governor's tune.
So doff your cap and bow your head
Let rebel thoughts remain unsaid
Skip high across the picket lie
And dance to the Governor's tune

Gaily weave the coloured strands,
Red for the blood from callused hands,
White for the lies so glibly told
True blue for the governor's tune
Then prance around like herded sheep
Whatever it takes your job to keep
There's plenty more to take your place
So dance to the governor's tune.

It's May day, it's labour day
Did the Jarrow lads pass this way?
Side step their shadows and join the line
To dance to the governor's tune,
Eroded rights and lower pay
Where is Tolpuddle anyway?
Be sure to avoid the martyr graves
As you dance to the governor's tune.

Count your blessings one, two, three,
There's plenty with nil equity
Cardboard city's growing still
There's joy in the governor's tune
Westminster's kindly millionaires
Have sold the country off in shares
The rich get rich, what else is new
Keep singing the governor's tune.

May day, it's labour day
The feel good factor's here to stay
Don't think about equality
Just prance to the governor's tune
Let someone else confront the boss
They nailed the saviour to the cross
Let heroes die and cowards leap
In time to the governor's tune.

It's May day, it's labour day
And on the dark Satanic way
Just skip the light fantastic now
In time to the governor's tune
No coal, no ships, no industry,
No fairness and no charity,
For brotherhood's a rarity,
Dance on to the governor's tune.

So Jack be nimble, Jack be quick,
Jack stand for the five card trick
Just wrap those ribbons round the pole
And dance to the governor's tune.

Copyright © 2001, Len Scott

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