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Thread #9599   Message #1247937
Posted By: Leadfingers
15-Aug-04 - 06:18 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Yesterday's Men (Phil Coulter)
Subject: Lyr Add: YESTERDAY'S MEN (Phil Coulter)
It was Billy the Weasel that gave us the wire.
They're closing the factory down.
Though we didn't believe him and called him a liar
Till the redundancy letters came round.
As we read them in silence, I choked back a tear.
It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years.

CHORUS: Farewell, my companions, my friends and my workmates.
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the crack;
For we gave them our best years. Now they've paid us back
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell;
By making us yesterday's men.

So we said our good-byes by the old factory gates
One cold Friday evening last year,
And I saw it all there in the eyes of my mates:
The sadness, the anger, the fear.
Like our fathers before us, we worked there with pride.
Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside.

"Now, Jimmy," said she, "give the kids a few bob.
After all, sure it is Friday night."
But how could I tell her I was out of a job?
From now on, things were going to be tight.
I remember the feeling. It cut like a knife.
I was never a day on the dole in my life.

The machines are all silent. The workbench is bare,
And there's dust on the factory floor.
They've boarded the windows. They've chained up the gate.
They've padlocked the factory door.
And I'm on the scrap heap and I'm thirty-nine,
Just one of the thousands cut down in my prime.

There you are, Cobber. - I haven't sung this one for years!