Tall Ships

PICK OF THE LITER
TALL SHIPS
They used to build big ships here
They used to make them tall
Now there are no shipyards here at all
They used to dig for coal here
They used to scrape and crawl
Now there are no coalfields here at all
Steelmen, miners, shipwrights, and sailors
Steelmen, miners, shipwrights and sailors
We’ll never see their likes again
No more workers
It’s gone the way of all good things
They used to forge the steel here
They’d sweat through every pore
Now there are no steelworks anymore
They used to land their catch here
The silverdarlings run
Ah, but now the fishing is all gone
Tall masts would sail from the shipyards
«Pride of the Clyde» they’d say
Now all the ships have gone away