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At fourteen years old he went down the mine
he was just a boy that joined the line
issued with his hat and lamp
a mile below ground was wet and damp

drilling the coal face eight hours a day
coming home black with a pittance of pay
mucles aceing from squating so low
following the coal seam over a mile below

a billy can of tea an some bread an some cheese
coal dust on yer lungs how it makes yer sneeze
old miners coughing blood cos there lungs are shot
more tea here son ,i'll empty the pot

I looked at these men , a life underground
I looked in there eyes and heres what I found
no hero's here just bloody hard work
this is no place for slackers , there's no place ter shirk

but these men are hard, like the coal that they dig
the milk in there billy cans they all take a swig
it takes the coal from there throats makes it easy ter breath
coal wagons full come lads !heave!

a pit prop it breaks leaving trapped men below
tons of debris between them, we;ve got to go slow
we;ll prop as we go we'll dig our way out
i think im done for i heard a man shout

the workings came down with a thunderous roar
we never saw those men anymore
that night in our beds when we hit the sack
thats when a miner's eyes will cry black

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