They closed up the sooty gates of Ayres and Company. We stood on the picket line my Jennifer and me. We blocked the street now the lorries come and turn about. There's nothing getting in there and there's nothing getting out. Oh she's just a tender thing. She's risking life and limb. My sweetheart's on the barricade. My heart it skips a beat. There'll be fighting in the street. But hungry folk forget to be afraid. My sweetheart's on the barricade. And here come the managers to hit us on the sly. And tinpot generals with glory in their eyes. Owners moaners Judases and Janes. But righteousness is in our eyes we've got no time for games. In her manner she is mild. And fairly just a child. My sweetheart's on the barricade. For a fair wage in her hand. The equal of a man. She'll stand front rank in the parade. My sweetheart's on the barricade. She's running leaflets through the alley. She's passing hymn books at the rally. Halleluiah!. Friends and neighbours won't you join the cause. Drill it in the tiny minds of them that make the laws. That workers are human we're really just the same. We've got to have the nourishment to fill a human frame. Oh we're people not a mob. And we only wants a job. My sweetheart's on the barricade. We've had it up to here. Too numb to feel the fear. My sweetheart's on the barricade. My heart it skips a beat. There'll be fighting in the street. My sweetheart's on the barricade