Celtic Thunder
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'Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire
They were closing our factory down
Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar
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

Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, 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 goodbyes by the factory gates
One cold Friday evening last year
And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma mates
The anger, the sadness, the fear
Like our fathers before us we worked there with pride
Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside

Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, 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

Ah Now Jimmy, says 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
How well I remember it cut like a knife
I was never a day on the dole in my life

Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, 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

The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare
And there's dust on the factory floor
They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates
And have padlocked the factory door
Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and I'm thirty-nine
Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime

Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates,
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, 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

Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Oh, 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


Mirror lyrics:

By making us yesterday's men
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates

By making us yesterday's men
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates,

Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime
Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and I'm thirty-nine
And have padlocked the factory door
They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates
And there's dust on the factory floor
The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare

By making us yesterday's men
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell
Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates

I was never a day on the dole in my life
How well I remember it cut like a knife
From now on things were going to be tight
I was out of a job
But How could I tell her
After all, sure it is Friday night
Give the kids a few bob,
Ah Now Jimmy, says she,

By making us yesterday's men
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell
Oh, we gave them our best years, now they've paid us back
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates

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

By making us yesterday's men
By making us yesterday's men, sure as hell
Oh, We gave them our best years, now they've paid us back
Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic
Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates

It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years
As we read them in silence, I choked back a tear
The redundancy letters came round
Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar
They were closing our factory down
'Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire


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