〈Verse 1〉
Ah now father dear I’m over here, on the banks of London town
I’m an intimate of all who serve, beneath the Rose and Crown
For knights in shining armoured cars, I work like bloody hell
But that’s just because they won’t get up, and do the work themselves
〈Verse 2〉
Now the craic is good I’ll tell ya that, no race relations strained
In the Duke of Devonshire’s I’ve sat, and will please God again
Now the Duke of Bedford knows me well, likewisе the Prince of Wales
Whilе in the Duke of Wellington’s I hear the strangest tales
〈Verse 3〉
I hear it said they cured a man of a stammer in a week
Since falling from a shuttering jam he’s not inclined to speak
And then there was the fella who just didn’t move in time
And got built into the tunnel of the New Victoria Line
〈Verse 4〉
There are patriotic reasons why we work so hard all day
Through the hazards of all seasons, down along the motorway
When work our limbs is taxing, well the ganger loudly yells
“‘Tis the land of the awful Saxon, down me lads and dig like hell!”
〈Verse 5〉
You remember Uncle Tommy who would set the world on fire
Well he’s not been seen since his 〈.?.〉 cut clean through a big high tension wire
And your friend Ginger Johnny who above all of us had the dread
Well he hasn’t worried since the day the crane cut off his head
〈Verse 6〉
Oh me father dear I’m over here, could ya see from over there?
You’d be surprised to see the 〈.?.〉 shining in me hair
Although you’re nearly seventy and I am thirty-two
You’d smile with pride upon me, I’m the image, Da, of you!
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Dominic Behan Lyrics – Oh Father Dear I’m Over Here