When The Shipyards Go Back On Full Time Lyrics & Chords By The Irish Rovers

And sure if the news is true
The shop bill's the first thing I'll pay
A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit
and a tell’e for Maggie, horray.
Me old faded shirt I will throw in the dirt
In a silk one- won't I look in style
And the very first chance
I'll put Davy in pants
when the ship yards go back on full time.

Our troubles are over me woman
For Clancy next door tells me straight
The shipyards go full time on Monday
That's what he says any rate
Sure the boss has just told him this morning
While he was collecting the dole
That a big one is starting in Belfast
and the shipyards are out of the hole

And sure if the news is true
The shop bill's the first thing I'll pay
A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit
and a tell’e for Maggie, horray.
Me old faded shirt I will throw in the dirt
In a silk one- won't I look in style
And the very first chance
I'll put Davy in pants
when the ship yards go back on full time.

And sure if the news is true
The shop bill's the first thing I'll pay
A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit
and a tell’e for Maggie, horray.
Me old faded shirt I will throw in the dirt
In a silk one- won't I look in style
And the very first chance
I'll put Davy in pants
when the ship yards go back on full time.

And sure if the news is true
The shop bill's the first thing I'll pay
A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit
and a tell’e for Maggie, horray.
Me old faded shirt I will throw in the dirt
In a silk one- won't I look in style
And the very first chance
I'll put Davy in pants
when the ship yards go back on full time.

Mrs. Wilson throw out your old washtub
The laundry will get all our trade
No more picking coal from the gasworks
we'll buy everything ready made
we'll make this job last until Christmas
Then won't we be living in style
put another big spud in the soup pot
for the shipyards are back on full time.

And sure if the news is true
The shop bill's the first thing I'll pay
A new pair of boots and a warm woolen suit
and a tell’e for Maggie, horray.
Me old faded shirt I will throw in the dirt
In a silk one- won't I look in style
And the very first chance
I'll put Davy in pants
when the ship yards go back on full time.