Quote#Work
They were going to work their own country for all it was worth, to…
Quote byRamsay MacDonald · 1866–1937
Commonly attributed — not confirmed in an authoritative edition. Cited on Wikiquote to: Speech to a Labour Party luncheon in the Hotel Belgravia, Victoria (1 November 1923), quoted in The Times (2 November 1923), p. 9.
English (original)
They were going to work their own country for all it was worth, to bring human labour into touch with God's natural endowments, so that the land would blossom like the rose and have houses and firesides where there would be happiness and glorious aspirations.
— Ramsay MacDonald
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