She took with a foreigner,
Sailed to a foreign land,
I don't know when I'll next see her.
Tall tan old moneybags,
Rich thieving rascal,
I'm sure he's just out to deceive her.
So I know he's intelligent,
I know he's wise,
But has he the tools of construction?
I live by a strong arm
In factory or on farm,
I am incredibly able.
I can work for a living,
And keep on giving
To you all the bread on the table.
But a sorrier man,
Never there was,
I'd cut out my heart just to please you.
For the mine shaft is shuttered
The steel yard a-boarded,
The shipbuilding ceased in these parts,
Manufacturing mechanized,
Farmhands are foreigners,
Opportunities they never start.
Although I'm an unshaven boozer, I do all my drinking in town.
I know I have strong arms
And fists like boulders,
But I'll do nothing but use them to hold you.