We've got no manners , we spend all our tanners , We are respected everywhere we may go.
Marching down the old dock road all the windows open wide.
When you hear the dockers shout 'hey put that candle out'.
We are the BRAMLEY MOORE gang.
Marching down the old dock road all the windows open wide.
When you hear the dockers shout 'hey put that candle out'.
We are the BRAMLEY MOORE gang.