| Billy was born within sight of the shipyard
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| First son of a riveter’s son
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| And Billy was raised as the ship grew a shadow
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| Her great hull would blot out the light of the sun
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| And six days a week he would watch his poor father
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| A working man live like a slave
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| He’d drink every night, and he’d dream of a future,
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| Of money he never would save
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| Billy would cry when he thought of the future
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| Soon came a day when the bottle was broken
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| They launched the great ship out to sea
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| He felt he’d been left on a desolate shore
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| To a future he desperately wanted to flee
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| What else was there for a ship-builder's son
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| A new ship to be built, new work to be done
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| One day he dreamed of the ship in the world
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| It would carry his father and he To a place they would never be found
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| To a place far away from this town
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| Trapped in the cage of the skeleton ship
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| All the workmen suspended like flies
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| Caught in the flare of acetylene light
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| A working man works till the industry dies
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| And Billy would cry when he thought of the future
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| Then what they call an industrial accident
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| Crushed those it couldn’t forgive
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| They brought Billy’s father back home in an ambulance
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| A brass watch, a cheque, maybe three weeks to live
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| What else was there for a riveter’s son?
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| A new ship to be built, new work to be done
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| That night he dreamed of the ship in the world
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| It would carry his father and he To a place they could never be found
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| To a place far away from this town,
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| A Newcastle ship with no coals
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| They would sail to the island of souls
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