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THE FAIRFIELD CRANE (Archie Fisher/Norman Buchan/Bobby Campbell) I was born in the shadow of the Fairfield crane Where the blast of a freighter's horn Was the very first sound that reached my ears On the morning I was born I lay and I listened to the shipyard sound Coming out of the great unknown And was sung to sleep by the mother tongue That was to be my own But before I grew to be one year old I heard the sirens scream As a city watched in the blacked-out night A wandering searchlight's beam And then at last I awoke and rose To my first day of peace For I'd learned that the battle to stay alive Was never going to cease I sat and I listened to my father tell Of the days that he once knew When you either sweated for a measly wage Or you joined the parish queue As times grew harder day by day Along the riverside I oft-times heard my mother say It was tears that made the Clyde Now I've sat in the school from nine till four And I've dreamed of the world outside Where the riveter and the plater watch Their ships slip to the Clyde I've served my time behind shipyard gates And I sometimes mourned my lot But if any man tries to mess me about I'll fight like my father fought (as sung by Archie Fisher) filename[ FAIRCRAN HN |
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