Economic Mystery
J Joyce Hemsley
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When all the hard work is done
By every mother's son,
When all the bricks are laid
And the National Anthem played.
The country will be perfect then...
We can all sit back and rest again.
But unemployment may rise high
No jobs for the men
No money to spend.
Is this what happened in pre-war history?
I am not sure, it's an economic mystery.
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