The Puddlers Tale

             D       A        D
They neither know of night or day
               D                  G   A
They night and day pour out their thunder
         D            G
As every ingot rolls away
        D        Em     B  A
A dozen more are split asunder
           D      A        D
There is a sign beside the gate
        D                     G A
"Eleven Days" since a man lay dying
          D                     G
Now every shift brings fear and hate
           D      Em     A  D
And shaken men in terror crying

[Verse 2]
           D      A     D
The molten rivers boil away
        D               G   A
A fiery brew hell never e - qualed
         D                  G
To their profits the bosses pray
           D            Em     B  A
And Mammon sings in his grim cathedral
      D        A        D
His attendants join the choir
           D                G   A
And heaven help us if we're shirking
          D             G
Stoke the furnace-altar fire
            D        Em         A  D
And just be thankful that we're working!

[Chorus]
   A                      D       G
Do this, then, charge the hoppers high
           D        Em        A  D
Lest you endure the foreman's choler
   A                     D        G
Do this, then, drain the tankards dry
           D           Em     B  A
And let us toast the almighty dollar
              D            A          D
That keeps us chained here before the fire
               D                    G  A
Where heat and noise set the weak a-quaking
       D                G
At the siren's infernal cry
         D               Em        A  D
The open hearth sets the ground to shaking

[Bridge]
A   D   G
D   G   A   D
A   D   G
D   Em  A

[Chorus]
   A                     D      G
Do this, then, raise the babies high
              D           Em       B    A
And make them shriek with love and laughter!
   A                     D       G
Do this, then, kiss your woman's eyes
            D      Em     B  A
And raise a song unto the rafters!
         D          A         D
Wash the steel mill from your hair
         D                G   A
Heap the table 'till it's breaking
         D            G
'Nor let terror enter there
           D              Em      A   D
And in the hearth set the glasses breaking