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[Chorus]
(Full group vocals - Shouted and powerful)
Burn the rod and stack the plate!
The tide is high and the ship won't wait!
Fifty feet of bead by the end of the line
If the weld don't hold, then it's your behind!
Heave away, boys, fill the slot
Keep the metal moving while the iron is hot!
[Verse 1]
(Clapping drops to a low, steady thud—vocal is isolated and gritty)
Foreman’s on the catwalk with a clipboard and a scowl
He’s looking for a reason just to throw in the towel.
I’m hunched in the double-bottom, breathing in the scale
With a 6010 electrode and a rusty water pail.
The rigger’s got the crane-hook swinging past my ear
If the sling-cable snaps, I’m a goner out of here.
[Chorus]
(Clapping and metallic stomping kick back in)
Burn the rod and stack the plate!
The tide is high and the ship won't wait!
Fifty feet of bead by the end of the line
If the weld don't hold, then it's your behind!
Heave away, boys, fill the slot
Keep the metal moving while the iron is hot!
[Verse 2]
(Music drops out - isolated vocals)
The hull-inspector’s coming with his chalk and his light
Marking every pinhole that I didn't fuse right.
The chipping-hammer’s ringing like a fever in my skull
Trying to find the rhythm in the belly of the hull.
My gloves are burnt to leather-scraps, my boots are full of grit
But the quota says I’m thirty inches short of where I quit.
[Chorus]
(Maximum volume - group shouting and heavy clapping)
Burn the rod and stack the plate!
The tide is high and the ship won't wait!
Fifty feet of bead by the end of the line
If the weld don't hold, then it's your behind!
Heave away, boys, fill the slot
Keep the metal moving while the iron is hot!
[Bridge]
(Solo metallic percussion—sounds like hammers hitting different pitches of steel)
(Rhythmic chanting: “Bead-by-bead, seam-by-seam... Bead-by-bead, seam-by-seam...”)
[Verse 3]
(Isolated, tired vocal)
The launch-ways are greased and the props are in place
The yard-owner’s smiling with a sweat-free face.
He’ll break a bottle on the bow when she slides out to the bay
And forget the men who burned their lungs to make the launch today.
Switch off the machine. Drag the lead across the floor.
I hit the damn quota. Now I’m heading for the door.
[Chorus]
(Final explosive chorus)
Burn the rod and stack the plate!
The tide is high and the ship won't wait!
Fifty feet of bead by the end of the line
If the weld don't hold, then it's your behind!
Heave away, boys, fill the slot
Keep the metal moving while the iron is hot!
[Outro]
(Clapping slows down... Clap... Clap...)
(The sound of a heavy industrial buzzer)
(Single deep hammer-strike on steel)
Details
GeneratedFeb 2, 2026
Duration3:02
LanguageEnglish
Style
Stomp and Holler, Industrial Folk, Heavy Hand-Claps, Metallic Percussion, Shouted Group Chorus]
Credits
Prompt by
HamCheck
HamCheckModelAria v5
