How did we dutifully
do what we did
when daylight did call
and fall on eyelids

We rose in rows
and touched these toes
and stood to stand
and work with hoes

We drank sweet sweat
in the pain of our prime
we tinkered and toiled
and tilled out our time

Now as we try
our very best
here to rest
where we fall

The rest would wrest
our labor's reward away
saying its privilege
we have it at all

They hold out hands
unworked and untrained
Saying we don't
deserve what we've gained

What right have they
to dare accuse
people they don't know
and just want to use?

Yet our labor
made us strong
We don't cry if someone
looks at us wrong

So if it's a fight
you think you can win
Beware these old goats
might do you in.