Yesterday's Men Lyrics - Act Two - Celtic Thunder

'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 

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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 

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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