Early in the morning dad’s off to join a queue
Standing at the dock gate that’s all he can do
Hoping that maybe he’ll get some work for the day
God how our mum could do with the pay

Hoping he’ll get lucky hoping he’ll get picked
Maybe we’ll get lucky with some corn beef he’s nicked
Nothing doing this morning no ships in the port
Come back after dinner might be something we can sort

Goes back after dinner no work to be found
He’s sick of being skint his face is on the ground
Comes round to Friday not a penny in the house
Looks like we’ll be having another pan of blind scouse

Mum really down, the parish she’ll have to go
Hoping when she goes they won’t say no
How’s she supposed to feed us how do we eat?
She cannot remember the last time we had meat

Shame on these companies like the Mersey Dock Board
Living in their big houses with the money they hoard
Causing all your workers so much trouble and strife
Weren’t they entitled to a decent kind of life?