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Thread #114794 Message #2454257
Posted By: GUEST,Dave MacKenzie
30-Sep-08 - 06:51 PM
Thread Name: Chord Req: Building Up and Tearing England Down
Subject: Lyr Add: BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN
I still haven't checked the chords, but the words I have are as follows:
BUILDING UP AND TEARING ENGLAND DOWN.
I've won a hero's name with McAlpine and Costain, With Fitzpatrick, Murphy, Ashton and Wimpey's gang. I've been often on the road on me way to draw the dole When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Laing; And I used to think that God made the mixer, pick an' hod So that Paddy might know hell above the ground; I've had gangers big and tough tell me "Tear it all out rough!" When you're building up and tearing England down.
In a tunnel underground a young Limerick man was found, He was built into the new Victoria Line; When the Bonus Gang had passed sticking from the concrete cast Was the face of little Charlie Joe Devine; And the Ganger Man McGurk said, Big Paddy hates the work When the gas main blew and he blew off the ground Oh they swore he said "Don't slack, I'll not be there until I'm back" Keep on building up and tearing England down.
I was on the shuttering jamb on the day that Jack McCann Got the better of his stammer in a week; He fell from the shuttering jamb, and that poor auld stuttering man He was never ever more inclined to speak; And I saw old Bald McCall from the big flyover fall Into a concrete mixer spinning around Though it wasn't his intent he got a fine head of cement When he was building up and tearing England down.
I remember Carrier Jack with his hod upon his back How he swore one day he'd sat the world on fire; But his face they've never seen since his shovel it cut clean Through the middle of the big high tension wire Well, no more like Robin Hood will he rove through Cricklewood Or dance through all the pubs in Camden Town Oh but let no man complain, sure if Pat can die in vain When he's building up and tearing England down.
So come all you navvies bold, do not think that English gold Is just waiting to be taken from each sod For the likes of you and me will never get an OBE Or a knighthood for good service to the hod If the concrete master race want to keep you in your place And the ganger man to kick you to the ground If you ever try to take part of what the bosses make When you're building up and tearing England down.
By Dominic Behan. As sung by the Dubliners on Polydor LP POLD 5079 "Prodigal Sons"