Dublin Docks at Dawn

[Intro] [Instrumental] [Fiddle Intro] [Verse 1] As the first light breaks over Dublin's bay, Men of strength gather where the tall ships sway. Waves lap the timbers, seagulls cry their song, To the rhythm of labor, where the dockmen belong. [Chorus] Heave ho, let the cranes fly, Under the waking Dublin sky. Sweat and toil till the day is done, On the hardworking docks of Dublin. [Interlude] [Distorted Guitar] [Instrumental] [Verse 2] With calloused hands and spirits strong, They load the vessels, singing the sailor's song. Barrels and crates, from far-off lands they come, Stacked with care until the hold is done. [Chorus] Heave ho, let the cranes fly, Under the waking Dublin sky. Sweat and toil till the day is done, On the hardworking docks of Dublin. [Bridge] Steel and steam, the tools of the trade, With sturdy ropes and bales tightly laid. The dockside lore, passed down through the years, Tales of the sea, of hopes and fears. [Interlude] [Fiddle Solo] [Verse 3] As the sun sets behind the distant quay, The men share stories of the unforgiving sea. Together they stand, in the twilight's glow, Bound by the dockside, where the cool winds blow. [Chorus] Heave ho, let the cranes fly, Under the setting Dublin sky. Sweat and toil till the day is done, On the hardworking docks of Dublin. [Outro] So raise a glass to the dockside crew, To the unsung heroes, steadfast and true. In the heart of Dublin, by the rolling tide, They shape the city's pride, side by side. [Interlude] [Distorted Guitar] [Fade to End]