cd: Relic of a Bygone Day
track 2: Fetchin’ and Totin’
Fetchin’ and totin’, fetchin’ and totin’
Thought by now that I’d be laughin’ and gloatin’
At all those plowboys left behind
Hoeing rows in the Irish rain
Fetchin’ and totin’, fetchin’ and totin’
Makin’ a canal and my back’s near broken
All those letters to my love back home I’m notin’
That I’m still fetchin’ and totin’
Fetchin’ and totin’, fetchin’ and totin’
I don’t want to be fetchin’ and totin’
I came across when the tatties failed
Had big plans when we set sail
I was gonna take this new world for a ride
One type work for a red haired boy
“Take it, leave it that’s your choice
There’s two dozen like you right outside”
Chorus
So I took that job with my hat in hand
I postponed my best laid plans
Start out on the ground floor then I’d rise
Sixteen hours of carrying a hod
Can drive a man to curse his God
There’s no way to change you realize
Chorus
I got dreams of a fancy kind
Where I find work to use my mind
But I don’t see that offer coming soon
All I see is a long canal
And all I hear is the boss man growl
“You Micks are only good for Irish tunes”
(Well he forgot about)
Chorus
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Written by Kyle Aughe