THE HOT ASPHALT
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From Dublin City Ramblers - E. McColl
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Ah, it's likely gone six months ago
Since I came to Dublin Town
Where I joined a gang of lab'ring men
Who laid the asphalt down,
Sure now I'm a guernsy
And round me waist a belt,
I'm the gaffer of the boys
Who make the hot asphalt

So you may talk about your soldiers,
Your sailors and the rest,
Your tailors and your shoe-makers
To please the ladies best,
But the devil a one has got them
Has got the graisy hearts to melt,
Like the boys around the boiler,
Making the hot asphalt.

Well one day a copper comes up to me
And he says to me 'McGuire,
Will ye kindly let me warm meself,
Around your boiling fire?'
Then he turned around to the boiler,
And upon the edge he knelt,
And he toppled right into the boiler full of
Hot asphalt.