A Worker’s Prayer
Our boss, who art a heathen,
Broken be thy name.
Thy receiver come, thy ruin be done,
From Perth as far as Devon.
Give us till then our daily wage
And forgive us our strikes
As we forgive those who blackleg against us.
For thine is the Greek island,
The Rolls and the mistress,
Paid for by the sweat of
Our men.