*LYRICS* I used to be a farmer's boy working on the land Milking cows and ploughing fields, I thought me' job was grand Until one day, I met a navvy walking down the line I left me' plow, and milk, and stool, and went to be the same I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line I left me' home and loved ones and all that was dear I spent the money I had saved and bought some navvy gear I tramped onto the founders' site and there I was set on The navvies' tricks, and all their twists, I learned 'em, every one! I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line I've tramped around the country when the contract is run out When people see me on the road, I often heard 'em shout, "The navvy men are coming!" then they'd bolt the doors in fear And from their attic, they would shout, "We don't want navvies here!" I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line I'd done me' work and earned me' pay that no one dare deny Whoever says I didn't, I'll gouge out both his eyes Whenever there was danger or the load was hard to bear You could bet your Tommy Docketts that you'd have found me there I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line But now, me' navvying days are done as you can plainly see 'Twas a tub of blasting powder blew me' leg off at the knee With money I made from working on the railway down the west I bought me'self an alehouse, and it's called "The Navvies' Rest" I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line So come all you navvying men who built the iron road Call in at "The Navvies' Rest" and leave your weary load I'll be standing there behind the bar and welcome you will be We'll drink with ail and tell the tale o' days that used to be I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line Chopping up the worms, making one into nine Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
God I would fucking kill to live a life like this, although I still could never part with safety and unions of the modern age, moving with the digging jobs, with nothing but my gear and strong arms, probably living in tents and hotels through the countryside would be so wonderful.
*LYRICS*
I used to be a farmer's boy working on the land
Milking cows and ploughing fields, I thought me' job was grand
Until one day, I met a navvy walking down the line
I left me' plow, and milk, and stool, and went to be the same
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
I left me' home and loved ones and all that was dear
I spent the money I had saved and bought some navvy gear
I tramped onto the founders' site and there I was set on
The navvies' tricks, and all their twists, I learned 'em, every one!
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
I've tramped around the country when the contract is run out
When people see me on the road, I often heard 'em shout,
"The navvy men are coming!" then they'd bolt the doors in fear
And from their attic, they would shout, "We don't want navvies here!"
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
I'd done me' work and earned me' pay that no one dare deny
Whoever says I didn't, I'll gouge out both his eyes
Whenever there was danger or the load was hard to bear
You could bet your Tommy Docketts that you'd have found me there
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
But now, me' navvying days are done as you can plainly see
'Twas a tub of blasting powder blew me' leg off at the knee
With money I made from working on the railway down the west
I bought me'self an alehouse, and it's called "The Navvies' Rest"
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
So come all you navvying men who built the iron road
Call in at "The Navvies' Rest" and leave your weary load
I'll be standing there behind the bar and welcome you will be
We'll drink with ail and tell the tale o' days that used to be
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
Chopping up the worms, making one into nine
Some jobs is' rotten jobs, other jobs is' fine
I'm a navvy, I'm a navvy working on the line
God I would fucking kill to live a life like this, although I still could never part with safety and unions of the modern age, moving with the digging jobs, with nothing but my gear and strong arms, probably living in tents and hotels through the countryside would be so wonderful.
I have been looking for this for só long, thank you!
So glad someone decided to upload this individually!