Branch Come Home Year August 9-19, 2007 |
A Song About The L.I.P Submitted by: Elaine McGrath Authors Unknown
This song was written by a group of fish plant workers who upon closing of the Blue Ocean Fish Plant gained employment on a Federal Government Local Initiative Program |
It was a very dreamy day in the springtime of the year with our knives and steels and rubber boots to the fish plant we did tear Our hearts were filled with happiness, our spirits they did soar It didn't last very long, Blue Ocean locked the door We then put up our picket lines and firmly took our stand Hannah Corcoran phoned John Crosbie who was at our command He said "my friends I'll do my best" his hand upon his hip and less than three weeks later we started on our L.I.P With picks and shovels in our hands, a knapsack on our backs We headed for the graveyard to work up on the knap We worked away from dawn ‘til dusk, our money for to get To work out in the freezing rain is one thing I'll regret With care and dedication we set about our task and worked like dogs ‘til break time came, our backs they wouldn't last Roy and Larry kept the fire and put the kettle on And everyone sat around with mugs and wished the day was gone We painted up the fences and raked up all around We gruffed and shovelled all day along ‘til no dirt could be found When our days work was over and we were walking down the lane We prayed to God to give us strength to walk back up again Now our job is over and we all have our stamps We can't forgive Blue Ocean, who closed down the fish plant If not for Mr. Crosbie, our stamps we would not get Now here’s, "Adieu" to all our crew who worked upon the L.I.P.
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