IMGpapers 1976–79

Newspapers of the International Marxist Group and its forerunners, 1976–79

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Socialist Challenge No. 69, 26 October 1978 · p. 3 of the scan · 326 words

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Ford (UK) Workers a record of the song.

the Church' Dagennam, Fale.

Chorus And it's 1Everybody Out!

Chorus 'Middle bit* When 1 heard the Company say.

And we walked right out the gate... We're staying out for a higher basic rate.

productivity deal, they'll want to cut YOU! M Chorus The Ford Strike Song' was written by members of the Group (formerly Ford (UK)

Workers' Combine), The group is planning to produce The tune is that of "Fixin' to Die, by Country Joe McDonald. The middle bit is There Was I, Waiting At Well, come on all you women and men, Henry Ford's in trouble He's got himself in a terrible jam, with strikes at Halewood and Weput down our tools and we're out the gate, for £20 on the basic -2 - 3 — what are we fighting for?

You can stuff your five per cent, 'cos that won't pay the And it's 5-6-7-8—picketing the factory gates, It's one in the eye for Sunny Jim, Whooppee, We're goin" to win! The Company's offer was quite diabolical, but our reply was categorical; When the Halewood lads heard the offer from Beckett, they went round the plant and started to wreck it.

At every mass meeting you could hear them shout — All Right...it's There was I, quietly working away, just an average day. Five per cent is all you'll get on pay — Oh how it did upset me So I thought, why should we bother to wait, So I turned round to me mate The Union leaders tell us that they feel, they could negotiat - Henry, we love you! They'll cut your mealbreaks and your teabreaks too, and the next in line So we tell 'em in the name of the working class, you can stuff it right up Eight hours on the line, it may sound funny, We don't do it for the funny. ou'll agree, The only way we'll win

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