(M. Greaves) I work in the steel mills Where the sun never shines The pounding of hammers is all mine And I've sailed this wide ocean For money and cod So far from my loved ones But nearer to God So sing a song for the working man And I'll sing you a love song And my name's Wild Bob Conroy I'm a hard man of old Now I'm a drinker Coming in from the cold I fought for the fighting And I fought for a wage And I fight for survival Like most men my age
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