Celebrated Working Man

I'm a celebrated working man from work I never shirk,
I can hew more coals than any man from Glasgow down to York.
And if you'd like to see my style, call around on me
When I' ve had several beers in the bar room.

Chorus:
In the bar room, in the bar room, that's where we congregate,
To drill the holes and fill the coals and shovel back the slate.
And for to do a job of work I am never late,
That's provided that we do it in the bar room.

At puttin' I'm a dandy, I hope you will agree,
And gannin along the gannin board I mak the tyun'uns flee
Your kelly sweeps and back-over turns they never bother me,
When I'm sitting on the limmers in the bar room.

I can judge a shot of power to a sixteenth of a grain,
I can fill my eighteen tubs though the water falls like rain,
And if you'd like to see me in the perpendicular vein,
It's when I'm setting timmers in the bar room.

And now my song is ended, perhaps we'll  have another,
Now don't you fire any shots in here, or we will surely smother,
The landlord here would sooner pull beer than go to all the bother
To put up the ventilators in the bar room.^^

-Gwen and Mary Polwarth, North County songs