Boston Asphalt - Dropkick Murphys

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