A poem by Mark Tate©Mark Tate 1987
Gold steel rings
In the burning sun
Sweat rolling out
Since the day begun
Pick and shovel and
Stone and spikes
Dust and flies
As the hammer strikes
Chorus
The meals are poor
And the images are worse
The railway building
Life's a curse
But feeding a family
All you can do
Is work like the devil
On the navvy crew
Notes
See other work of Mark Tate and the poets and songwriters in “Sidings” A Railway Week 1987 Project from Electric Car Workshops Chullora NSW
Gold steel rings
In the burning sun
Sweat rolling out
Since the day begun
Pick and shovel and
Stone and spikes
Dust and flies
As the hammer strikes
Chorus
The meals are poor
And the images are worse
The railway building
Life's a curse
But feeding a family
All you can do
Is work like the devil
On the navvy crew
Notes
See other work of Mark Tate and the poets and songwriters in “Sidings” A Railway Week 1987 Project from Electric Car Workshops Chullora NSW
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