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No Use For Him

Eric Bogle
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Eric Bogle


My father was a big strong man, he worked hard all his life
He was always in a whisky-glass, he was never out of strife
A proud and stiff-necked man he was, he'd never bow nor bend
He called no man his master, and very few his friend
But they broke him in the end when they'd no use for him

For they took away his job when they'd no use for him any more
After nearly thirty years they kicked him out the door
But they let him keep his Railway jacket, overcoat and cap
And a pension of nine bob a week, he was lucky to get that
But they nearly broke his heart when they'd no use for him

I spent much of my childhood time up in the signal box
High in my father's castle, twenty feet above the tracks
And crash!, would go the signals as he flicked them with his hand
And the mighty cars of steam and steel would stop at his command
And oh, but it was grand, when they had a use for him

When you're fifty-five years old and you're looking for some work
Nobody wants to know your face, no one gives you a start
So I watched him growing older and more bitter every day
As his pride and self-respect were slowly drained away
There was nothing I could say, they had no use for him



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