Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I hivnae got a notion, tae sail the world aroon',
See London, Rome or Paris, or men yellae, black and broon.
So I widnae be a sailor, on the ocean wild and wide.
The Foondry work's sair, but I dinnae care -
It's here I want tae bide......
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I could hae been a jiner, and made things oot o wid,
A mason or coal miner wid hae suited jist as guid.
Noo I work aside my faither - He'd a word in the Gaffer's ear.
"Noo the laddie's grown, wad ye tak' him on?"
That's why I'm here.........
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I dinnae hae a castle, or a hoose in the country side.
In a wee single end along the road, my wife and faimly bide.
We let it frae the foondry, though the rent's a wee bit steep,
But we manage fine, and I ken it's mine,
Jist as long as I keep...
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I've never been a shirker, though at times the work's gey sair,
An the stoor goes in yer nostrils, and every ither where.
We mak ranges, gratings, railings - oanything at a''
And we're jist a treat at a gairden seat -
And piece time kick the ba'.
Workin' in the foondry, tryin’ tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I hivnae got a notion, tae sail the world aroon',
See London, Rome or Paris, or men yellae, black and broon.
So I widnae be a sailor, on the ocean wild and wide.
The Foondry work's sair, but I dinnae care -
It's here I want tae bide......
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I could hae been a jiner, and made things oot o wid,
A mason or coal miner wid hae suited jist as guid.
Noo I work aside my faither - He'd a word in the Gaffer's ear.
"Noo the laddie's grown, wad ye tak' him on?"
That's why I'm here.........
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I dinnae hae a castle, or a hoose in the country side.
In a wee single end along the road, my wife and faimly bide.
We let it frae the foondry, though the rent's a wee bit steep,
But we manage fine, and I ken it's mine,
Jist as long as I keep...
Workin' in the foondry, tryin' tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
I've never been a shirker, though at times the work's gey sair,
An the stoor goes in yer nostrils, and every ither where.
We mak ranges, gratings, railings - oanything at a''
And we're jist a treat at a gairden seat -
And piece time kick the ba'.
Workin' in the foondry, tryin’ tae mak a wage,
Been there aw my workin life, since fourteen years of age.
I'll never be a rich man oan the foondry pey at a'
But I dinnae complain o' the job that I'm daen -
I jist keep workin' awa'.
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