See Eveleigh's workshops decaying
Where stainless steel cars ride the rails,
But if these bricks could tell
Of the years they knew well,
They'd echo to ten thousand tales.

Here the drophammer swaged mighty girders,
Here boilers were riveted tight,
It was here bronze was cast,
Steel plates bolted fast,
In noise that rang on day and night.

CHORUS:

Let the hammer ring out in the workshop, Let the anvil cry out its refrain, Let the forge's fierce fire Raise its tones in the choir, Singing Eveleigh's story again.

Here grandfathers toiled beside fathers,
Here father worked steel beside son,
And the steam-driven wheel,
Was born of that steel,
And prosperity here was begun.

Chorus

The men of the Gadigal people,
Paid a boy's wage because of their race,
Did a hard-working day,
Well earned twice their pay:
That shame is recalled in this place.

Chorus

By the clamorous clang of the anvil,
By four generations of sweat,
We pledge to those gone
That their tale will live on
In this nation that owes them a debt.

Chorus and repeat