WE'LL ALL MARCH TO TRAFALGAR SQUARE
 
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As strikes are all the fashion, now, they're everywhere
The married men have caught the craze and they declare
'Wives are often Tarters - why should we poor martyrs
Nightly walk the baby round the floor
Just dressed in thin pyjamas, nothing more? Not likely.'

Chorus: We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
We'll engage a German Band, just to play us down the Strand
And we're all going out on strike.


To put up at the casual ward, some tramps once came
Said one, 'They make you wash here, it's a great big shame
We can do without it, let's protest about it
Bathing is an outrage, still I hope
You'll not submit to scrubing brush and soap, but tell them,

Chorus: 'We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
If they dip us in the pail, we'll write to the Daily Mail
That we're all going out on strike.'


Our ministers in Parliament are awfully poor
One hundred pounds a week's the paltry wage they draw
There's an agitation, for it means starvation
John Burns thinks the salary too small
And told his friend, Keir Hardie, in Whitehall, this morning,

Chorus: 'We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
Poor Lloyd George and Winston C, they're hard up, the same as me
So we're all going out on strike.'


The prisoners in Portland Gaol to work decline
They saw the gov'nor, and said Convict Ninty-nine
'Prison is no cop, sir, - we don't want to stop, sir
If you don't provide a feather bed
And if we can't have jam upon the bread - oh! 'blige me,

Chorus: 'We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
As we shan't be home till late, hang the key outside the gate
For we're all going out on strike.'


Last night, some railway sandwiches, with sobs and tears
Said, 'In this buffet bar we've been for years and years
What about a pension? We must claim attention
Try the new amalgamation wheeze
And join the pow'rful gorgonzola cheese - what say, mates?'

Chorus: 'We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
And the sausage-roll, you'll find, will be barking, just behind
For we're all going out on strike.'


Said Mrs Binns, one morning, to some dear old chums
'They pay us thirty shillings, when the baby comes
'Tisn't worth the trouble, they should pay us double
We take our babies, dressed in their long clothes - in thousands.'

Chorus: 'We'll all march to Trafalgar Square
To Trafalgar Square, we'll be there
Next Sunday afternoon, at half past three
We'll pass a resolution and the words will be
'We don't want to work, but, by jingo if we do
We only mean to do it when we like.'
'I propose,' said Mrs Binns, 'We get double pay, for twins
Or we're all going out on strike.'
 
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Written and composed by A.J. Mills & Bennett Scott - 1913
Performed by Mark Sheridan (1864-1918)
 
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