Come on, lad, and bring your tool bag Keep your eyes peeled, use your head Bring your footprints, spanners, chisels From now on they'll earn your bread Keep your eye on the older fitters They're the boys who know their stuff One day you will do their job If you're smart and keen enough Come on, boys, and take your place Among the men who serve their trade Scalers, cokers, valvesmen, stokers This is where the gas is made Keep your eye on the old fairweather Watch your gauge, you're on the town Turn it out bang on four fifty Or you'll let the housewife down Wake up son, and mind your setting B-range is the one to watch Number three is due for scaling See she don't get too much ash Mind your eye with that red hot poker Read your heat and see she's right Leave your range in decent order For the lads on shift tonight