Barbara Dickson - The shipyard apprentice

^GI was ^Cborn in the shadow of a ^GFairfield crane And the ^Dmblast of a ^Ffreighter's ^Chorn Was the ^Gvery first ^Fsound that ^Creached my ears On the ^Dmmorning ^FI was ^Gborn As I lay and I listened to the ^Dmshipyard sounds Coming ^Fout of ^Gthe un^Cknown I was ^Glulled to ^Fsleep by a ^Cmother tongue That ^Dmwas to ^Fbe my ^Gown

Be^Cfore I grew to ^Gone year old I ^Dmheard the ^Fsirens ^Cscream As a ^Gcity ^Fwatched in the ^Cblacked-out night A ^Dmwandering ^Fsearchlight ^Gbeam And then one day I a^Dmwoke and rose To ^Fmy first ^Gday of ^Cpeace And I ^Glearned that the ^Fbattle to ^Cstay alive Was ^Dmnever ^Fgoing to ^Gcease

And I ^Csat in the school from ^Gnine to four And I ^Dmdreamed of the ^Fworld out^Cside Where the ^Griveters ^Fand the ^Cplaters watch Their ^Dmships slip ^Fto the ^GClyde Where the girls are placing ^Dmstone on stone And can ^Fwatch his ^GLabourer's ^CRow My ^Gtime will ^Fcome to ^Cwalk with them In the ^Dmland I ^Flove to ^Gknow

And ^Cthen one day when they ^Gset me free I'll be ^Dmwalking ^Flike a ^Cman Wi' my ^Gpurses ^Fweighted ^Cin my boots In the ^Dmshadow ^Fo'er the ^Gclan And the oil and the grease will ^Dmstain my skin For^Fever ^Gon my ^Chands A ^Gliving ^Fsign that I've ^Cbeen set free That ^DmI've be^Fcome a ^Gman