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A poem for workers
Down here in the basement
There no time for fun or games
Down here in the basement
Survival is the name of the game
No time to ponder space or rhyme
Or any foolish contraptions of the mind
For when the ganger shouts
Move your asses
We have a ton of concrete to lay
With broken backs ,
We curse our fate.
And pay our dues to the human race.
Ganger Irish slang for foreman
There no time for fun or games
Down here in the basement
Survival is the name of the game
No time to ponder space or rhyme
Or any foolish contraptions of the mind
For when the ganger shouts
Move your asses
We have a ton of concrete to lay
With broken backs ,
We curse our fate.
And pay our dues to the human race.
Ganger Irish slang for foreman
Published 4th Jul 2015
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4th Jul 2015 11:00am
5th Jul 2015 2:24am
Cool piece ... I just saw a documentary on how the Erie Canal was built ... Hardy Irishman who used picks and shovels to carve out 400 miles of earth ... Incredible souls.
