G Countless ships of heads and facesD Steam up along theh broomilawG C9 Into greenock and port glasgow theD G starving Irish shoal ashoreG C9 No pledge to shelter our huddles masses,C D No lady lies waiting in the bayG C9 G Hunger is a great force in keeping down Our wagesD G But we're hungry enough to take any payG Factory workers,potato pickersD Down the pit down on your wayG No sanitation,Worse ventilationG D Twenty-one to a room and a fifteen hour dayG We brought skill and we brought our visionD We brough ambition and tradition aswellG We cant change the past but we'll help shape the futureD The Irish Will Rise from our poverty hellG Theres tension rising in the dockyardD To drive us back across the seaG C Riots in the town of greenockG D G Only fuel the flames of their bigotryG But the irish changed the situatuionC D Like a phenoix rising from the flamesG From desperation there came celebrfationD G Glasgow celtic was the nameG Another cindarella storyD A fairytale that must be heardG Another song of rags to ritchesD G A brave new start in a brand new worldG Countless ships of heads and facesD Steam up along theh broomilawG C9 Into greenock and port glasgow theD G starving Irish shoal ashore
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