'Twas Joey the Weasel that gave us the wire
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They were closing our factory down
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Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar
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The redundancy letters came round
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As we read them in silence, I choked back a tear
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It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years
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Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
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Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
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Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
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By making us yesterday's men
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Sure as hell
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By making us yesterday's men
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So we said our goodbyes by the factory gates
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One cold Friday evening last year
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And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma mates
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The anger, the sadness, the fear
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Like our fathers before us we worked there with pride
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Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside
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Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
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Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
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Oh we gave them our best years now they've paid us back
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By making us yesterday's men
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Sure as hell
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By making us yesterday's men
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Ah, now Jimmy, said she,
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Give the kids a few bob,
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After all, sure it is Friday night
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But how could I tell her I was out of a job
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From now on things were going to be tight
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How well I remember it cut like a knife
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I was never a day on the dole in my life
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Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
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Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
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Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
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By making us yesterday's men
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Sure as hell
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By making us yesterday's men
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The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare
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And there's dust on the factory floor
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They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates
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And have padlocked the factory door
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Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and I'm thirty-nine
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Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime
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Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
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Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
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Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
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By making us yesterday's men
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Sure as hell
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By making us yesterday's men
|
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Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
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Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
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Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
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By making us yesterday's men
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Sure as hell
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By making us yesterday's men
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Yesterday's Men
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| Celtic Thunder |
