Building Up And Tearing England Down-Donal Lunny

歌手 : Donal Lunny
语种 : 英语
时长 : 04:21

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Building Up And Tearing England Down - Donal Lunny
I've won a hero's name
With McAlpine and Costain
With Fitzpatrick Murphy Ashe
And Wimpey's gang
I've been often on the road
On my way to draw the dole
When there's nothing left
To do for Sir John Laing
Now I used to think that God
Made the mixer pick and hod
So that Paddy might know hell above the ground
I've had gangers big
And tough tell me tear it all out rough
When you're building up and tearing England down
In a tunnel underground a young Limerick man was found
He was built into the new Victoria Line
When the pouring gang had past sticking
Through the concrete cast
Was the face of little Charlie Joe Devine
And the ganger man McGurk big Paddy ate the work
When the gas main burst
And he flew off the ground
Oh they swear he said Don't slack
I'll not be here until I'm back
Keep on building up and tearing England down
I was on the shuttering dam
On the day that Jack McCann
Got the better of his stammer in a week
He fell from the shuttering dam
And that poro old stuttering man
He was never ever more inclined to speak
And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall
Into a concrete mixer spinning round
Through it wasn't his intent
He got a fine head of cement
When he was building up and tearing England down
I remember Carrier Jack with his hod upon his back
How he swore he'd one day set the world on fire
But his face they've never seen
Since his shovel it cut clean
Through the middle of a big high tension wire
Oh the more like Robin Hood
Well he wrung trough Cricklewood
Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town
Oh but let no man complain
Old Pad' could die in shame
When he's building up and tearing England down
So come all you navvy's bold
Do not think that English gold
Is just waiting to be taken from each sod
By the likes of you and me could never get the O B E
Or a knighthood for good service to the hod
It's the concrete master race
That would keep you in your place
And a ganger man to kick you to the ground
If you ever try to take part of what the bosses made
When you're building up and tearing England down