Song For My Da ft. Craig Wesley Divino Lyrics

My father, a carter on the dockside in Dublin

When the hours of work were from dawn until dark

His only pleasures: the love of my mother

A pint on a Sunday, a stroll in the park

The Big Man came then and he founded the union

My dad agreed with him and stood by his side

He shared Larkin's vision that all working people

Must never bow down, but stand up in pride

We'll never bow down, we'll stand up in pride

They lived through those bad days

And Christ, they were sad days

He often went home with a cut on his head

My ma gave him comfort

Attended his wounds, said

"We must stick it out or we're better off dead"

When the bosses called on them to fight the Great War game

He answered "We're fighting on here at home"

Your cause is your profit, your weapons are guns

But ours is the union — our cause is our own

They lived for the three score, and then for a bit more

Both now are dead but their spirits, alive

And the words they passed on that I'll tell you now, son:

Demand what is yours or you'll never survive