Push for PORTER


Phil Gaston

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The canals and the bridges,
the embankments and cuts,
They blasted and dug
with their sweat and their guts
They never drank water
but whiskey by pints
And the shanty towns rang
with their songs and their fights.

Navigator, navigator rise up and be strong
The morning is here and there’s work to be done.
Take your pick and your shovel
and the bold dynamite
For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight
Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight.

They died in their hundreds
with no sign to mark where
Save the brass in the pocket
of the entrepreneur.
By landslide and rockblast
they got buried so deep
That in death if not life
they'll have peace while they sleep.

Their mark on this land is
still seen and still laid
The way for a commerce
where vast fortunes were made
The supply of an empire
where the sun never set
Which is now deep in darkness,
but the railway's there yet.