Boss Gibson

I dreamed last night the Boss came back; Alexander was his name He strolled around the town he built And muttered 'What a shame'. I wonder if St. Peter would give me right to leave; They need me here, the sight I see Just makes my poor heart grieve, Now darn it all, There's something wrong With this present generation Why, I provided men with work Before Confederation We had not departments then, of Economic Growth and Labour, No federal funds to build our mill; We got no welfare favour Oh, Peter, let me stay down here, in My town of Marysville; I know I'd find the answer To the problem of my mill.