1. The iron man's a monster, if we get in his way
All we get in wages, is three and six a day.
They guard us from all danger, so the masters say,
But we take an awful risk; we ought to have more pay.

Chorus

Iron Man, Iron Man,
The great big monster with the boom, boom, boom.
Iron Man, Iron Man,
Please don’t send us to our doom, doom, doom.

2. Poor old Patrick Murphy was feeling rather sick,
Didn’t want to lose his pay, so thought the job he’d stick,
But an iron girder gave Patsy’s head a kick
All that left that we can see is poor old Murphy’s pick.

3. We had a little Welshman, who told us fairytales,
He climbed up the Iron Man, a-fixing of the rails,
He never saw the danger, in spite of fearsome gales,
He fell more than fifty feet, the funerals down in Wales.

4. We had a chap from Glasgow, a Scotsman to the core,
He had charge for blasting; he’d done the job before,
Lit a fuse that was too short, there was a great big roar,
Poor old Jamie was too slow; he’ll wear a kilt no more.

5. Then we’d a cheerful cockney, who never caused a frown,
He was up to every trick, and loved to play the clown.
He fell down a great big hole, before we could get down,
The earth closed in, and he was gone, goodbye London Town.

Tommy Daniel