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Alistair Hulett

"Harold's Best Men" (karaoke)

"Harold's Best Men" (sheet music)


Wor work is taken from us now; they've closed the pit doon;

There's eighty-five per cent unemployed in this toon;

On days filled wi' sorrow that strang beer cannae droon,

A fiver will buy ye a bag o' the broon.

 

We were Harold's "best men" when the pulley wheels ran;

Noo, Johnny Miner is Johnny "the man."

 

An ill wind blaws doon Cutters Lane that brings naebody good;

It reeks of paregoric, and it stains the walls wi' blood;

There's needles in the gutter across the neighborhood;

We're told oor weans are turnin' oot nae better than they should.

 

We were Harold's "best men" when the pulley wheels ran;

Noo, Johnny Miner is Johnny "the man."

 

When the dogs of war were barkin' for mair squaddies' blood tae run,

They took oor picks and shovels; they gi'ed us tommy guns;

Marched us tae the trenches; lined us up against the Hun;

The frightened sons of mothers slaughtered other mothers' sons.

 

We were Harold's "best men" when the pulley wheels ran;

Noo, Johnny Miner is Johnny "the man."

 

And Mother Nature's cupboard's bare; there's too many mouths tae feed

(That's what the king o' the stockpile says when he pisses on the ones in need);

There's always cash for palaces; there's always cash for war;

None for the land of hope that we fought for.

 

The supermarket's empty now; the stairwell's filled wi' bricks;

The bank's have moved away, and there's nothin' at the flicks;

Accordin' tae the papers, we're vandals in the sticks

‘Cause Johnny's lost his job noo he steals tae buy a fix.

 

When the pulley wheels ran, we were Harold's "best men;"

Noo, it's a' turned tae rust, but we'll not be fooled again.

 

When the pulley wheels ran, we were Harold's "best men;"

Noo, it's a' turned tae rust, but we'll not be fooled again.


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