Chords for The Dubliners - Building up and tearing england down

_ [A] _ _ _ I've won a hero's name [D] with McAlpine [E] and Custain, [A] With Fitzpatrick, [D] Murphy, Ash [E] and [A] Wimpy's gang.
_ I've been off and on the road, [D] on me way [E] to draw the dole, [A] When there's nothing left to do for Johnny Lang. _
[F#m] And I used to think that God [C#] made the mixer pick and [F#m] haunt, So that Paddy might know hell above the ground. _
[C#m] [A] I've had gangers big and tough, tell me tear it [E] all out rough, [A] When you're building up and tearing England down.
_ In a tunnel underground, a young limerick man was found, He was built into the new Victoria line.
_ _ When the bonus gang had passed, [D] sticking from the [E] concrete [A] past, Was the face of little Charlie Joe Divine.
_ _ [F#m] And the gang of man-mcguck said Big [C#] Paddy hates the work, [F#m] When the gas main blew [C#m] and he flew off [F#m] the ground.
_ [A] Oh they swore, he said, don't slack, I'll [D] not be there until [E] I'm [A] back, Keep on building up and tearing England down.
_ I was on the shuddering jam, [D] on the day that [E] Jack McCann, [A] Got the better [D] of his [A] stammer in a week.
_ He fell from the shuddering jam, [D] and a poor old [Em] stuttering man, [A] He was never ever more inclined to speak.
_ And [F#m] I saw old Balls McCall from the big [C#] flyover fall, [F#m] Into a concrete mixer spinning round.
_ [A] Though it wasn't his intent, [D] he got a fine head [E] of cement, [A] When he was building [D] up and [A] tearing England down.
_ I remember Carrier Jack, with his heart upon his back, How he swore one day [E] he'd set the [A] world on fire.
_ But his face they've never seen, [D] since his shovel [Em] it cut clean, [A] To the middle [D] of the [A] big high-tension wires.
_ [F#m] On a moor like Robin Hood, [C#] will he roam through Cricklewood, [F#m] Or dance [C#m] around the pubs in [F#m] Camden Town?
_ [A] But let no man complain, [D] you know Pat can die [Em] in vain, [A] When he's building up and tearing England down.
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_ _ _ So come all ye navvies bold, do [D] not think that [A] English gold, Is just waiting to be taken from each sod.
_ Or the likes of you and me, [D] will ever [A] get an OBE, Or a knighthood for good service to the hod.
_ [F#m] Leave the concrete master race, or it'll keep [C#] you in your place, [F#m] And a gang of [C#] men to kick you [F#m] to the ground.
_ [A] If you ever try to take [D] part of what the [E] bosses make, [A] When you're building [D] up and [A] tearing England down. _ _ _ _ _