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The canals and the bridges, the embankments and cuts, |
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They blasted and dug with their sweat and their guts |
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They never drank water but whiskey by pints |
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And the shanty towns rang with their songs and their fights. |
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Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong |
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The morning is here and there's work to be done. |
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Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite |
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For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight |
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Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight. |
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They died in their hundreds with no sign to mark where |
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Save the brass in the pocket of the entrepreneur. |
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By landslide and rockblast they got buried so deep |
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That in death if not life they'll have peace while they sleep. |
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Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong |
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The morning is here and there's work to be done. |
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Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite |
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For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight |
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Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight. |
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Their mark on this land is still seen and still laid |
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The way for a commerce where vast fortunes were made |
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The supply of an Empire where the sun never set |
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Which is now deep in darkness, but the railway's there yet. |
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Navigator, Navigator rise up and be strong |
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The morning is here and there's work to be done. |
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Take your pick and your shovel and the bold dynamite |
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For to shift a few tons of this earthly delight |
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Yes to shift a few tons of this earthly delight. |
