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