For The People of Blantyre
Oor Da's, Oor Brother's, Oor Cousins and Oor Neighbours
It's a working man I am, and I've been down under ground
And I swear to God if I ever see the sun
Or for any length of time, I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down under ground.
At the age of sixteen years, I quarreled with the spears
Who swore that never be another one
In the dark recess of the mines, where you age before your time
And the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs.
At the age of sixty four, he'll greet you at the door
And gently lead you by the arm
To the dark recess of the mine, he'll take you back in time
And tell you of the hardships that were had.
Sent in by Betty McGaully
The Price of Coal
by Paul Child