C FWorking all hours ’til the sun has long set C GTo provide for the family and keep out of debt C FWhile the clip-clop of hooves or the Bolinder’s beat C G F CProvide the rhythm of life while you’re dead on your feet Am G CThat’s the song of the waterwaysThere’s time to reflect on the seven mile poundAs old Daisy dawdles through wet muddy groundDance tunes and melodies swirl round in my mindAn escape from the boredom of life’s daily grindThat’s the song of the waterwaysLife don’t come easy for boat folk like meBut music and dancing’s what fills me with gleeIn the evening in the ale house beneath the gas-lightMe mate and me dance and sing into the nightThat’s the song of the waterwaysNow I have long gone and there’s silence belowNo boatmen, no music, no more heel and toe Only echoes of history and those sweet natural sounds’Til pleasure boats brought life and noise back to the poundsThat’s the song of the waterwaysNow modern canal pubs serve froth and meat piesHave karaoke evenings and TV with SkyProgress brings a new sound while the old disappearsThough the old boatman’s ghost has his fingers in his earsThat’s the song of the waterwaysSome who sing of the past take a rose tinted viewOf endeavour, invention, but real hardship tooLet’s look to the future and sing out and praiseThe resilience and splendour and of our waterwaysThat’s the song of the waterways
Song of the Waterways
Whilst standing on the back of a boat in quiet surroundings with the rhythmical pulse of the engine, there is plenty of time to mentally sing along to a favourite song or perhaps compose one. Today, technology encourages a more passive rôle and a boater is more likely to be listening to an iPod or inflicting their music on others with a 'ghetto-blaster'. Well, that’s progress for you.