THE SHUNTING YARD (Paul O’Brien)

 

GRAB YOUR BREAD AND BILLYS CANS

AND HIDE YOUR UNION CARDS

THERE’S A HUNDRED MILES OF RAILWAY LINES

TO BE LAYIN’ IN THE SHUNTING YARD

 

We came to build the railway

From the midlands to the docks

Friday nights we meet out Jenny

Under Cleary’s clock

 

They put us up in houses

Furnished lock and stock

The like you’ve never seen before

They called it a Scotch Block

 

We navvies came from far and wide

To show these Paddies how

To cut a channel straight and true

And how to start a row

 

We love the Dublin lassies boys

When they’re out for a drink

They couldn’t give a fiddlers fart

What the neighbours think