Hard Working Boater
by David Blagrove
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I'm a hard working boater and sharp as a knife I've worked on the Junction for most of me life, Wi' a pair of steel boats, seven kids and a wife, And I fancy I'll carry on boating. I've fought with me windlass and taken some knocks From the Birnigum wharves to the Weston Point Docks, And I've fought for me turn on the Camden Town Locks When I'm wanted in Limehouse for loading. Meself and the missis have nearly been drowned When working by night on the fifteen mile pound, Wi' a big load of spelter for Birnigumm bound, And the weather has been pretty bloody. I've been down to Oxford with a load of D.S., Fifty ton ten from the Griff Arm, no less, And I've boated to Wellin'boro, two boats abreast, When the water's been coming down floody. You can talk of your rail and your old Highway Code, But there's nowt like a pair wi' a fifty ton load, When the butty swims well and you get a good road Right over the Cowroast to Leighton. So wind up your motor and let your blades churn, Keep a sharp eye on the oil that you burn, And feel for the snatch from the butty astern, And don't keep the company waiting. |