THE WORKS. They’re tearing down The Works, Now, They are,! Brick by Brick , Hour by hour, Blocking up, The Wintering sun, The Wintering Sun. To all the Concrete and Clay, Concrete and Clay Fell, Our old assembly line. Of Wood Stain and Polish, Wood Stain ‘n’ Polish, For memories live longer dreams, Live longer than lingering dreams, Chimes the old Albert With Chisel ’n’ Lathe, With Chisel ’n’ Lathe , To the sounds of our Hooter that blows, To the sounds of our Hooter that blows, And blows, Away from the Taw, away from the Taw, Tarka’s Taw, (A Poem To Shaplands)