מילים לשיר The Voyage – Celtic Thunder

Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire, They 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 workmates Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh, 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 gates, One cold Friday evening last year And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma 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 workmates, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh 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 Ah Now Jimmy, said she,
Give the kids a few bob,
After all, sure it is Friday night But How could I tell her I was out of a job, from now on things were going to be tight How well I remember it cut like a knife, I was never a day on the dole in my life Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh, 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 workbenches bare, And there's dust on the factory floor They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates, And have padlocked the factory door Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and I'm thirty-nine, Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh, 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 Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh, 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.