Dockers’ Corner

 

He’s fifteen years of age

And he lines up with the men

They look at him and know he’ll never

Be a boy again

He’s hoping to get picked

To earn a docker’s pay

In this town you grow up fast

Or get left along the way

 

And it’s cold and the drizzle’s coming down

Early morning, early morning, Sailortown

 

The foremen cross the yard

To bless the lucky few

Some they call by Christian names

To some they just say ‘you’

The men with tokens leave In gangs

And march along the quay

The men without, in silent prayer

For work, tomorrow, please

 

And it’s cold and the drizzle’s coming down

Early morning, early morning, Sailortown

 

He said ‘this is where it happened

This where we stood

To beg for work on ships of steel

Or work on boats of wood

This is where the silence fell

When the men they picked were gone

And this is where we learnt what’s right

And lived with what was wrong

 

And it’s cold and the drizzle’s coming down

Early morning, early morning, Sailortown

 

Walking past the empty Church

Along deserted bars

Past forgotten railway lines

For forgotten railway cars

Once again the silence falls

On a lonely Barrow Square

The men they picked all long gone

But the memories linger there

 

And it’s cold and the drizzle’s coming down

Early morning, early morning, Sailortown