It's a hard life slogging down on the low dock.
The times pressing on, working till six o' clock.
Its one two three four and five potato boats .
Unload four score and more for some hard pound notes.
Day follows day and your pay is ready spent .
Half goes on food and the other half for rent .
Rented out sweat for a penny bet and flip .
Odds or evens gets you some wet on the lip .
Black porters your man and you'll be feeling fine.
Jazzing and jiving around the waterline .
No one knocks the Dockers in the Belfast Crown .
With wind in their sails they come from Sailorstown.