I was born in the shadow of a fairfield crane when the blast of a freighter's horn was the very first sound that reached my ear on the morning I was born as I lay and I listened to the shipyard sound coming out of the great unknown and was sung to sleep by the mother tongue that was to be my own and when I grew to be one year old I heard the siren's scream as the city watched in the blacked out night a wandering search light's beam and when at last I awoke and rose to my first day of peace for I'd learned that the battle to stay alive was never going to sea