From the recording A Good Dog Is Lost (A Collection Of Ron Hynes Songs)
Lyrics
With the twentieth century still in bloom
In fair Conception Bay
The world turned round, and men were bound
All for the USA, all for the USA
Onto the streets of a New York Town
They poured like mornin’ tide
To build the concrete and the steel
Up to the New York Sky, up to the New York sky
Can you read and write
Can you drink and fight
Can you take the nights alone
You can make a life for a child and a wife
While far away from home, while far away from home
You can take the hand of a Chelsea girl
She’ll free you from the cold
She’ll lend a tender loving ear
To every story told, to every story told
There’s them who’ll freeze and them who’ll fold
And crawl home in dismay
To curse the hand of God above
And break right down and pray, they will break right down and pray
Have you got the hands, have you got the heart
Have you got the cold steel nerve
You can rant ‘n roar on a New York floor
And you’ll get what you deserve, you’ll get what you deserve
With the twentieth century still in bloom
In fair Conception Bay
The world turned round, and men were bound
All for the USA, all for the USA