VOTE, though your feet are aching
VOTE, though your back is breaking
When there are crowds on their feet we’ll make heat!
VOTE through your fear and sorrow
VOTE and maybe tomorrow
You’ll see a fair world coming true, it’s due
Fight all the hate with glory!
Hide every trace of Tory
Fascists go home, you are out on your own
Now you must keep on trying!
VOTE! What’s the use of crying
You’ll find that there’s an anti-dote
If you just VOTE
Comrade Mrs Bobbie-Jo Treglown