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CANNING SALMON (Linda Chobotuck) 1. The guys on the dock laze around, race the fork-lift, And sass the floor lady till it's time for their tea, Then they sit at the table by the window that opens And they get paid a buck more an hour than me. cho: High is the smell, low is the pay Long are the hours - why do we stay? Somewhere outside a whole summer slips away While we're stuck in here canning salmon. 2. The machinery's so loud that we say we've gone 'can-deaf', Our shift is long over before we can hear But they keep the noise level just under the limit So they won't have to buy us the right safety gear. 3. First we can springs, so heavy our arms ache, Then we do sockeye, which we pack with ease Then we do pinks that are mashed up and rotten So they're packed up in pound cans and sent overseas. 4. Last night we were waiting for a boat on the Fraser So they kept us on line, just standing around, But we didn't know that outside on the river The boat had flipped over, and two men had drowned. Last chorus High is the cost... copyright 1985 Linda Chobotuck, New Westminster, BC @Canada @work @feminist @labor filename[ CANSALMN TUNE FILE: CANSALMN CLICK TO PLAY JB apr96  8note Sheet |
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