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Building Up And Tearing England Down

Frank Harte, Donal Lunny1 Jan 2007

Building Up And Tearing England Down Lyrics

Building Up And Tearing England Down - Donal Lunny

I've won a hero's name

 

With McAlpine and Costain

 

With Fitzpatrick Murphy Ashe

And Wimpey's gang

 

I've been often on the road

On my way to draw the dole

When there's nothing left

To do for Sir John Laing

 

Now I used to think that God

 

Made the mixer pick and 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 pouring gang had past sticking

Through the concrete cast

 

Was the face of little Charlie Joe Devine

 

And the ganger man McGurk big Paddy ate the work

When the gas main burst

And he flew off the ground

 

Oh they swear he said Don't slack

 

I'll not be here until I'm back

 

Keep on building up and tearing England down

 

I was on the shuttering dam

On the day that Jack McCann

 

Got the better of his stammer in a week

 

He fell from the shuttering dam

 

And that poro old stuttering man

 

He was never ever more inclined to speak

 

And I saw old Balls McColl with a big flyover fall

 

Into a concrete mixer spinning round

 

Through 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 he'd one day set the world on fire

 

But his face they've never seen

 

Since his shovel it cut clean

 

Through the middle of a big high tension wire

 

Oh the more like Robin Hood

 

Well he wrung trough Cricklewood

 

Or dance around the pubs in Camdon Town

 

Oh but let no man complain

 

Old Pad' could die in shame

 

When he's building up and tearing England down

 

So come all you navvy's bold

 

Do not think that English gold

 

Is just waiting to be taken from each sod

 

By the likes of you and me could never get the O B E

 

Or a knighthood for good service to the hod

 

It's the concrete master race

 

That would keep you in your place

 

And a ganger man to kick you to the ground

 

If you ever try to take part of what the bosses made

 

 

When you're building up and tearing England down

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