Yesterday's Men lyrics - Ronnie Drew

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Yesterday's Men lyrics

It was Joey the weasel that gave us the wire
We 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 work mates
Farewell to the pay days, the pints and the craic
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 goodbyes by the factory gate
One cold Friday evening last year
And I saw it all there in the eyes of me 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 work mates
Farewell to the pay days, the pints and the craic
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

Now Jenny sez she: "Give the kids a few bob
After all sure it is Friday night."
Ah how could I tell her I was out of the job
From now things were gonna be tight
How well I remember it cut like a knife
I was never a day on the dole in me life

Farewell my companions, my friends and my work mates
Farewell to the pay days, the pints and the craic
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

The machines now are silent, the work bench is bare
And there's dust on the factory floor
They've boarded the windows
And they've chained up the gate
And they've padlocked the factory door
And I'm on the scrap heap when I'm thirty-nine
Just one of the hundreds shots down in me prime

Farewell my companions, my friends and my work mates
Farewell to the pay days, the pints and the craic
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



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