Can O'Tea

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Chorus
The champagne flows, the wine glass glows.
The shipyard gates'll have to close.
They say it's all because of me.
And I cannae hae my can o' tea.
Dowra ya the day my can o' tea.

For forty years and fourteen mair
The men that work with Donald Blair
They've aye had a middle of the morning plan
They stop at ten to boil their can.

But Donald he was awful wise
Although he always closed his eyes
He never ever gie’d us leave
So he'd a trump card up his sleeve

This morning Donald came to me
He pointed to my can o' tea
Then he let out an awful roar
Said he 'Young man get out that door'

But the men said I'd been victimised
For the Union I had organised
So when I laid down my can o' tea
A thousand men marched out wi' me.