Wolfstone Tall Ships
They used to make them tall Now there are no shipyards here at all They used to dig for coal here They used to scrape and crawl Now there are no coalfields here at all Chorus: Steelmen miners shipwrights and sailors Steelmen miners shipwrights and sailors We'll never see their like again No more workers It's gone the way of all good things They used to forge their steel there They'd sweat through every pore Now there are no steel works anymore They used to land their catch here The silver darlings run Ah but now the fishing is all gone Tall masts would sail from shipyards "Pride of the Clyde" they'd say Now all the ships have gone away
