The Manchester Ship Canal Navvy
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I’m a Navvy, I work on the Ship Canal; I’m a tipper, and live in a hut with my Sal; If ever you comes to Eastham, call at Sea Rough Wood, There’s a hearty cheer, without the beer, And ‘tommy’ that’s always good. We have lodgers, a splendid lot of young men, In the evening around the tables are ten. Some of the lads are strangers, never been out before, But some can tell of a long, long spell, Tramping the country o’er. Tales of daring the older ones would tell And tales of want, when with nowhere to dwell. They’d nestle in a hayrick, or shelter in a barn, And tales like these us navvies please, When not o’erdone the yarn. Our wives are rough, but yet no one can say They’re hard-hearted: none are sent empty away; If they only look like navvies, they’re welcome to a share, And told to lay by the fire till day If there’s no bed to spare Our work is hard, and dangers are always near And lucky are we if safely through life we steer; But still the life of a navvy, with its many change of scene, With a dear old wife, is just the life, That suits old Nobby Green. |
