Shirt of Blue

Hey now Tommy have you got a new shirt
 is it the colour of fine bright blue?
 Has your mother sent you off to your school?
 From the street with a pretty view
 Shall we wrestle in the old school yard
 Like the other children do?
 We can scuff these shoes You can tear your hands
 And I'll rip that shirt off you
 Hey there Tommy since you moved away
 They've taken our town and they've made it new
 And now there stands a chemical plant
 Where the cherry orchard grew
 And I married Lucy from the back of our class
 Who once wrote letters to you
 And we've got kids and we send them to school
 From the street with a pretty view
 Oh in your shirt of blue
 Oh in your shirt of blue
 Maybe Tommy
 We grew up too quick
 From the fields
 Where the flowers grow
 From a butterfly stick
 To a baton and a brick
 You changed your uniforms far too soon
 Hey there Tommy shall we meet again
 In the morning wet with dew
 Me at the gates of the colliery
 And you in your shirt of blue
 Shall we wrestle in the muddy patch
 like the other poor miners do?
 We can scuff our boots we can tear our hands
 And I will rip that shirt off you
 Oh in your shirt of blue
 Oh in your shirt of blue