In the early morning the Shirt Factory horn Called women from Graigeen, The Moor and The Bog While the men on the dole played a mother's role Fed the children, and then walked the roads And when times got rough there was just about enough But they saw it through without complaining For deep inside was a burning pride For the town I love so well There was music there in the Derry air Like a language that we could all understand I remember the day, when I earned my first pay As I played in th (guitaretab.com)