|
'Twas Joey the |
|
Weasel that gave us the wire |
|
They were closing our factory down |
|
Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar |
|
The redundancy letters came round |
|
As we read them in silence, |
|
I choked back a tear |
|
It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years |
|
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates |
|
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic |
|
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Sure as hell |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
So we said our goodbyes by the factory gates |
|
One cold Friday evening last year |
|
And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma mates |
|
The anger, the sadness, the fear |
|
Like our fathers before us we worked there with pride |
|
Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside |
|
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates |
|
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic |
|
Oh we gave them our best years now they've paid us back |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Sure as hell |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Ah, now Jimmy, said she, |
|
Give the kids a few bob, |
|
After all, sure it is |
|
Friday night |
|
But how could |
|
I tell her |
|
I was out of a job |
|
From now on things were going to be tight |
|
How well I remember it cut like a knife |
|
I was never a day on the dole in my life |
|
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates |
|
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic |
|
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Sure as hell |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare |
|
And there's dust on the factory floor |
|
They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates |
|
And have padlocked the factory door |
|
Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and |
|
I'm thirty-nine |
|
Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime |
|
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates |
|
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic |
|
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Sure as hell |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates |
|
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic |
|
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
|
Sure as hell |
|
By making us yesterday's men |
