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Come all ye gallant drivers, wherever you may be
Whether you drive a Euclid or a fifty-four RB.
Keep your hands upon the levers, cut and fill a steady load
And take it nice and steady lads, a digging up the road.

We've built a hundred airfields through the snow and wind and rain
Built atomic power stations, more dams than I can name
We've ploughed through rock and swampland, moved mountains by the load.
Now we're going nice steady lad, a digging up the road.

When you're digging days is over, and you've shifted your last ton.
When your Cat's bin broken up for scrap and your RB ten won't run.
When you've had your last stamp on your cards, and you've reached you last abode.
For a long time after there'll be people traveling on your road.