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Twas Joey the weasel that gave us the wire¬, They were closing our factory down¬ Though we didn't believe him and we called him a liar¬, The redundancy letters came round¬ As we read them in silence, I choked back a tear, ¬It was hard to believe after twenty-odd years Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates¬ Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic¬ Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back¬, By making us yesterday's men¬, Sure as hell¬, By making us yesterday's men So We said our goodbyes by the factory gates, ¬One cold Friday evening last year¬ And I saw it all there in the eyes of ma mates, The anger, the sadness, the fear¬ Like our fathers before us we worked there with pride, ¬Now we fought back the bitterness burning inside Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates,¬ Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic Oh we gave them our best years now they've paid us back,¬ By making us yesterday's men,¬ Sure as hell¬, By making us yesterday's men Ah Now Jimmy, said she, Give the kids a few bob, ¬After all, sure it is Friday night¬ But How could I tell her I was out of a job¬, from now on things were going to be tight¬ How well I remember it cut like a knife, I was never a day on the dole in my life Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates¬, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic¬ Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back,¬ By making us yesterday's men¬, Sure as hell¬, By making us yesterday's men. The machines now are silent, the workbenches bare, And there's dust on the factory floor¬ They've boarded the windows and have chained up the gates¬, And have padlocked the factory door ¬Now I'm on the scrap-heap, and I'm thirty-nine¬, Just one of the hundreds, shot down in my prime Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates¬, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic¬ Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back, ¬By making us yesterday's men¬, Sure as hell¬, By making us yesterday's men. Farewell my companions, my friends and my workmates¬, Farewell to the paydays, the pints and the craic¬ Oh, We gave them our best years now they've paid us back, ¬By making us yesterday's men¬, Sure as hell¬, By making us yesterday's men.