They closed up the sooty gates of Ayres [bad word]  We stood on the picket line, my Jennifer and me
 We blocked the street, now the [bad word] 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 [bad word] the managers to hit us on the sly
 And tin pot 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

 [bad word] leaflets through the alley
 She's passing hymn books at the rally
 Hallelujah

 Friends and neighbors, 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