<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>I, Ll Dance On Your Grave Mrs Thatcher</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">just a lad of sixteen summers<br>when the mining gates locked<br>i stood there with my brothers<br>some with there rifles cocked<br>just hold on to youe shirt me boys<br>this is going the hole way<br>dont you worry was the answer back<br>were with you arthur all the way</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we, ll dance yes we, ll dance <br>yes we, ll danceon your grave mrs thatcher</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she had come well prepared <br>with the coal that she, d amassed<br>everyday she, d try to break us down<br>take the flag down from the mast<br>but we stood there all united<br>exept the scabs down from the south<br>with there crys for a ballott<br>taking food from our kids mouths</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and we, ll dance yes we, ll dance<br>yes we, ll dance on your grave mrs thatcher</div><div style="margin:10px 0">gone twenty years now since it came and went<br>but what for i hear you say<br>twas for the rite to earn a living wage<br>in this country its the only way<br>you talk to me about democracy<br>you ask me why im not proud<br>its because it killed my father<br>and cant you see that thats just not allowed</div><div style="margin:10px 0">so i, ll dance yes i, ll dance<br>yes i, ll dance on your grave mrs thatcher</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=John+Mccullagh">John Mccullagh</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=557518" data-title="I, Ll Dance On Your Grave Mrs Thatcher de John Mccullagh" data-description="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 w..."></div> </div> </div>

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