My Redhead Mot From Ringsend

[Verse 1]
As I work down a hole here in London
For eight or nine days of each week
I think of my friends back in Dublin
And the others of whom I won't speak
How I used to wander on a Sunday
And me wages on black porter spend
And then I would lie until Monday
With me redheaded mot from Ringsend

[Verse 2]
Down by the basin I met her
Standing alone by North Wall
And begod sure I’ll never forget her
For she wasn't a bit shy at all
"Are you coming with me?" but 'twas Sunday
And I’m not like the Sabbath to bend
So I said I would wait until Monday
For me redheaded mot in Ringsend

[Verse 3]
Now here with me hand on me shovel
And me pick, drilling holes by the score
The gangers vie, shouting out trouble
But me thoughts they are on something more
Far from the mixer and concrete
My dreams of ould Ireland all well
All hoping that soon I'll once meet
With me redheaded mot in RIngsend

[Verse 4]
Oh an Irishman's home is his coffin
For McAlpine or Richard Costain
When they start you there's no sign of stoppin'
'Til they bury you down some ol' drain
Though my body and arms work like fury
My mind always chooses to spend
Its time far from foremen and worry
With me redheaded mot in Ringsend