Where
are they now the brave men
The
strong men that built the world,
The
gruff and seldom shave men
When
industry was first unfurled.
What
happened to the real men
The
steel men who toiled hard,
The
boiler men and riveters
Who
built the liners in the yard.
Where
did they go those fine men
The
mine men from underground,
Those
stoic never whine men
Who
tunnelled where the coal was found.
Did
you know the navvy men
Who
laboured long for little pay,
To
etch the lines across the map
For
rails we travel on today.
They
have all gone those old men
And
cold men to early graves,
Those
cheaply bought and sold men
Who
lived as little more than slaves.
Now
who is left to hail them?
Bewail
them in chronicle,
Those
hero’s from the old days
Whose
monument should never fall.
From
my book:
Love
Is A Dreamer.
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