Текст: Dropkick Murphys. Boston Asphalt.

Searching for the best break the black forties could afford them
Came these ever-proud world-renowned rowdy, roving men
With a firmness and a purpose that so many did dismiss
Sailed these huddled human ballasts on their stinking coffin ships
From the prison of their lonely hearts they labored long and hard
Working 18+hour days for the B.A.C.

Intelligent,
Respectable,
But made of modest means With an independent spirit, so full of hopes and dreams
Opportunity denied them in a doomed and starving land
Came these openhearted kindly spirits of a truly threatened man