[Link: page 1 of the Rockland County Messenger, July 8, 1852, a column titled "Poetry"]
The following was composed by a genuine son of the Emerald Isle, laboring in one of our Brick Yards, we insert it Verbatim.
A New Song Concerning the Brick Yards.
Come all ye hard laborers wherever ye be,
I pray pay attention and listen to me ;
Don't covet the Brick yards above all work going,
Or they will leave you to sigh a languishing moan.
Chorus, down, high down, derry down.
As for the Brick yards, I fear they are cursed,
Many a good man come there and goes back the worst ;
When he will rise int he morning, with sleep in his eyes,
He will scarcely get light his old bootees to tie.
If you saw the pit shovelers, you would think they were mad,
They leap in the pit, without a hat on their head;
It's four by the clock boys, then they would say, —
I fear we shall loose one fourth of our day.
As for the foreman, he is not much to blame,
Though he runs through the yard, and lets many a scream ;
If you heard the moulders, they are the worst of all
It's for the off bearers they loudly will call.
It you saw the off bearers, you would pity their case,
They look black and dirty, with sweat on their face ;
As for the engine it runs very keen,
It will push out a mould with every wheel.
As for the engineer, he is a smart man,
He runs the engine as fast as he can ;
If he was an off bearer, he would alter the case,
He would let her go at a very slow pace.
Now as for the hackmen, you would think they are cracked,
They will roar, bawl and shout, with pain in their back ;
The hacks they won't stand, boys, and what will we do,
We must work bare naked, without hat or shoe.
As for the kiln shed, it is a wholesome clime,
Though the men that works on it has very hard times;
If you saw the wheelers, I am sure they are teased ;
For the setters they sit on the brick at their ease.
As for sloop loading, I know it is hard,
It's the most dangerous work that is on the yard ;
When the river is high, the run it is steep,
Both men, brick and barrows will fall in the deep.
If you saw the loafers, sure you would feel hard,
When dinner is ready, they. are sure to be had ;
When their bellies are full, away they will go,
Around Creney's corner they will cut a great show.
To speak of the Boss, he is not the worst,
He will come with his hands in his pocket, and a very long purse ;
Saying, boys, keep your courage up to the Fall,
I will pay you in specie every cent of it all.
And now to conclude and to finish my song,
To mention the bell, I think I'm not wrong ;
When the Boss hears it, hurrah boys, he will say,
Go ahead to your work, for I think it's a clear day.