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Have you been to work at Idris?
No we won't go in today!
For we're standing by our comrade
And we'll never run away
She stood bravely by the Union
And she spoke up for us true
And if she gets the sack
No we never shall go back
What e'er they do, what e'er they do
Now you boys who're washing bottles
It really is a shame
To take the place of women
Don't you think you are to blame?
Come with us and join the Union
Never heed what Idris say
We are out to right the wrong
And now we shan't be long
Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray
Master Willy, master Willy
You must give in once again
It was wrong to sack a woman
With two children to maintain
Thirteen years she's faithful served you
Though she was three minutes late
But our little sister Anne
Why she never checked the man
At the gate, at the gate
Oh you great king in the palace
And you statesman at the top
When you're drinking soda water
Or imbibing ginger pop
Think of some who work at Idris
For very little pay
And who only get nine bob
For a most unpleasant job
Alackaday, alackaday
Now then girls all join the Union
Whatever you may be
In pickles, jam, or chocolates
Or packing pounds of tea
For we all want better wages
And this is what we say
'We are out to right the wrong'
'And now we shan't be long'
'Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray'
Have you been to work at Idris?   No we won't go in today!   For we're standing by our comrade   And we'll never run away   She stood bravely by the Union   And she spoke up for us true   And if she gets the sack   No we never shall go back   What e'er they do, what e'er they do   Now you boys who're washing bottles   It really is a shame   To take the place of women   Don't you think you are to blame?   Come with us and join the Union   Never heed what Idris say   We are out to right the wrong   And now we shan't be long   Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray   Master Willy, master Willy   You must give in once again   It was wrong to sack a woman   With two children to maintain   Thirteen years she's faithful served you   Though she was three minutes late   But our little sister Anne   Why she never checked the man   At the gate, at the gate   Oh you great king in the palace   And you statesman at the top   When you're drinking soda water   Or imbibing ginger pop   Think of some who work at Idris   For very little pay   And who only get nine bob   For a most unpleasant job   Alackaday, alackaday   Now then girls all join the Union   Whatever you may be   In pickles, jam, or chocolates   Or packing pounds of tea   For we all want better wages   And this is what we say   'We are out to right the wrong'   'And now we shan't be long'   'Hip hip hooray, hip hip hooray'