Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C. Intelligent, Respectable, But made of modest means With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man