We had no way of
staying a float
We had to leave on
a ferryboat
Economic refugees
on the run to Germany
We had the back of
Maggie's hand
Times were tough
in Geordie land
What tools and working gear
And humped it all from
Newcastle to here
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
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Why aye
We're the nomad tribes
traveling boys
In the dust and dirt
and the wrecking noise
Drills and hammers
diggers and picks
Mixing concrete
laying bricks
There's English Irish Scots a lot
United Nations what we've got
Brickies chippies
Every trade
German building
British made
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
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Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
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Why aye
Nay more work on
Maggie's farm
Head away down the autobahn
Mine's a Portakabin bed
Or a bunk
in a Nissen hut instead
There's plenty Deutsch marks
here to earn
And German tarts are wundersch
German beer is chemical free
Germany's alright with me
Sometimes I miss
my River Tyne
But you're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink
the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye man
Why aye
Why aye
Why aye
That's my River Tyne
You're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink
the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high
Sometimes I miss
my River Tyne
But you're my pretty frylein
Tonight we'll drink
the old town dry
Keep our spirit levels high