| Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed,
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| Gather ye’s round let’s be bound by the work we started,
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| Save all your strength for the length of the task before us,
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| Think on that ship on the slipway they can’t ignore us.
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| It’s what he would have wanted, he’ll not be disappointed,
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| Each of us well appointed, we’ve all but been anointed,
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| Such was our occupation, this means of our salvation,
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| We’ll make a rope out of our dreams and hopes and tribulations.
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| We’ll weave these strands together, we’ll splice a rope and tether,
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| And though we won’t know whether, it’s fair or stormy weather,
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| We’ll quit this quay,
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| And we’ll cast this net of souls upon the sea.
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| Pick up your tools, we’re not fools to be treated lightly,
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| We’ll weld our souls to the bulkheads, secure them tightly,
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| We’ll use the skills and the crafts that our fathers taught us,
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| We work with pride, not as slaves, no one ever bought us.
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| We’ll weave a net of our dreams and our hopes between us,
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| We’ll be the envy of that sorry bunch who’ll wish they’d been us,
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| We’ll form a web of steel, a structure that will not be broken,
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| We’ll be the heroes of the day whenever tales are spoken.
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| And as the dance gets faster, we’ll build a double master,
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| No vessel will outlast her, no other ship gets past her,
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| We’ll quit this quay,
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| And we’ll cast this net of souls upon the sea.
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| Come strike the floor with your feet all you lads and lasses,
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| And if you’re too old to dance, you can raise your glasses,
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| Just come on in, take a spin, in your dreams ye’ve held her.
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| What are ye? |
| Man or a mouse, or a shipyard welder?
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| Shy bairns get nowt for waiting, so why ye hesitating?
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| Ships don’t get built debating, or launched just contemplating.
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| Wear out your old shoe leather, we’re in this dance together,
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| We’ll pull the blades and feather, in fair or clement weather.
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| Each one of us connected, all trades and skills respected,
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| Always to be expected, we will not be deflected,
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| We’ll quit this quay,
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| And we’ll cast this net of souls upon the sea.
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| Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na na na na
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| Na na na na, la la la
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| La la la la la la la
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| Show some respect, fill the deck, get the lassies twirling,
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| 'Cos they expect to be swept off their feet and whirling,
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| Life is a dance, a romance where ye take your chances,
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| Just don’t be left on the shores of regretful glances.
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| We may not drive Rolls Royces, we’re hardly spoilt for choices,
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| If we’re to pay invoices, we’ll need to raise our voices.
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| Our strength is in communion, this boilermakers' union,
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| The shipwright welders' guilds, with every working station filled.
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| These bonds we’ve spliced together, will face all kinds of weather,
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| Considered altogether, and sailing Hell for leather,
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| We’ll quit this quay,
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| And we’ll cast this net of souls upon the sea.
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| Where will you be,
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| When we cast this net of souls upon the sea? |