Well, I call meself ‘Dare’ from the County Kildare
But in Ireland I’ve never set foot
I was born by a mine, near Newcastle on Tyne
But I soon scraped the coal from me boot
For I vowed that the coal, I’d not dig like a mole
But, instead, I would carry the hod
So I called meself
‘Dare’ from the County Kildare
And made Robert McAlpine me god
Sure a navvy I’d be but a gaffer told me
‘Twas Irishmen only worked there
So I shouts “Hey
Paddy!” to the man on the crane
And the voice answered back “Hello dere!”
Now I’ve worked on construction jobs all of me life
From Glasgow down to Cheddar Gorge
And ask anyone
there and they’ll tell you that ‘Dare’
Is a Paddy who talks like a George
And sure when I’ve died, you can cut up me hide
For me heart I don’t mind being seen
It’s
got “Wimpey Forever!” written across it
In letters of emerald green
When they hear in Kildare, though I’ve never been there
There’ll be mourning throughout the whole land
And
they’ll all say a prayer for the lad they called ‘Dare’
Who now sits at McAlpine’s right hand
