The bold navvy man,
The old navvy man,
Safe in a ditch with heels cocked up, so dies the navvy man.
"I've splashed a thousand models red and raised up fiery Cain
From Glasgow down to Dover Pier and back that road again;
I've fought me man for hours on end, stark naked to the buff
And me and him, we never knew when we had got enough.
'Twas skin and hair all flyin' round and red blood up and out,
And me or him could hardly tell what brought the fight about.—
'Tis wenches, work and fight and fun and drink whene'er I can