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I My father was a big strong man who worked hard all his lifeHe was always in the whisky jar and never out of strife For he called no man his master, and very few his friend A proud and stiff-necked man he was who would neither bow nor bend But they broke him in the end, when they'd no use for him II For they took away his job when they'd no use for him any moreAfter nearly thirty years they kicked him out the door But they let him keep his railway jacket, overcoat, and cap And a pension of nine bob a week, he was lucky to get that And they nearly broke his heart, when they'd no use for him III Now, I spent most of my childhood days up in the switching boxHigh in my father's castle, twenty feet above the tracks And crash would go the signals as he flipped them with his hand And the mighty cars of steam and steel would stop at his command And, oh, but it was grand, when they'd a use for him IV When you're fifty-five years old and you're looking for some workNobody wants to know your face, no-one gives you a start So I watched him growing older and more bitter every day As all his pride and self-respect, they slowly drained away There was nothing I could say -- they had no use for him V For they took away his job when they'd no use for him any moreAfter nearly thirty years they kicked him out the door But they let him keep his railway jacket, overcoat, and cap And a pension of nine bob a week, he was lucky to get that And they nearly broke his heart, when they'd no use for him And I know they broke his heart, when they'd no use for him (Eric Bogle)
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