Show Some Respect

[Verse 1] Show some respect on this deck for the dear departed Gather you round let's be bound by the work we started Save all your strength for the length of the task before us Think on that ship on the slipway they can't ignore us It's what he would have wanted, he'll not be disappointed Each of us well appointed, we've all but been anointed Such was our occupation, this means of our salvation We'll make a rope out of our dreams and hopes and tribulations [Chorus] We'll weave these strands together, we'll splice a rope and tether And though we won't know whether, it's fair or stormy weather We'll quit this quay And we'll cast this net of souls upon the sea [Verse 2] Pick up your tools, we're not fools to be treated lightly We'll weld our souls to the bulkheads, secure them tightly We'll use the skills and the crafts that our fathers taught us We work with pride, not as slaves, no one ever bought us We'll weave a net of our dreams and our hopes between us We'll be the envy of that sorry bunch who'll wish they'd been us We'll form a web of steel, a structure that will not be broken We'll be the heroes of the day whenever tales are spoken [Chorus] [Verse 3] Come strike the floor with your feet all you lads and lasses And if you're too old to dance, you can raise your glasses Just come on in, take a spin, in your dreams you've held her What are you? Man or a mouse, or a shipyard welder? Shy bairns get nowt for waiting, so why you hesitating? Ships don't get built debating, or launched just contemplating Wear out your old shoe leather, we're in this dance together We'll pull the blades and feather, in fair or clement weather [Chorus] [Verse 4] Show some respect, fill the deck, get the lassies twirling Because they expect to be swept off their feet and whirling Life is a dance, a romance where ye take your chances Just don't be left on the shores of regretful glances We may not drive Rolls Royces, we're hardly spoilt for choices If we're to pay invoices, we'll need to raise our voices Our strength is in communion, this boilermakers' union The shipwright welders' guilds, with every working station filled [Outro] These bonds we've spliced together, will face all kinds of weather Considered altogether, and sailing Hell for leather We'll quit this quay And we'll cast this net of souls upon the sea Where will you be When we cast this net of souls upon the sea?