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