So let�s have a hand for Sam the man,
The best mayor we ever had.
A true friend of the working man,
Well I say three cheers for our man Sam.
Well back in �46 they was up to their tricks,
The fascists in Europe were done.
But there was one more scrap left to go
On the streets of Hamilton.
CD Howe, well tell me right now,
What the hell did you expect?
All the years of war and depression before,
Boy the workers they were gonna hit the bricks.
(You know it, brother).
Marching down Main Street single file,
All the workers and vets.
And there he is, ol� Hughie Hilton,
Who�ll fight the union till his dying breath.
Well the powers that were they would not demur,
And they said it was time to get tough.
But to bring in the troops they needed Mayor Sam Lawrence,
And Sam told them to go and get stuffed.
�Cause I�m a working man first and a magistrate last,�
Thus quoth Sam the Man.
The business leaders, they could not believe it,
You know, a mayor, not a sycophant.
Well the government�s spoken and the wages are frozen,
But the profits can go through the roof.
And the workers are mad cause they know they�ve been had,
There�s always money for scabs.
Ain�t there always money for scabs.
For eighty�six days well the strike went on,
On the land and sea and air.
It might not have lasted for fifteen minutes
If Sam Lawrence hadn�t been mayor.
�Cause I�m a working man first and a magistrate last,�
Thus quoth Sam the Man.
The dividend drawers getting all hot and bothered
By the mayor who just couldn�t be bought off.
So let�s have a hand for Sam the man,
The best mayor we ever had.
A true friend of the working man,
Well I say three cheers for our man Sam.
I say three cheers for our man Sam.
I say three cheers for our man Sam.
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