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You've heard of the great disaster |
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Where a terrible price was paid. |
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One hundred and forty colliers lost, and |
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Twenty only saved. |
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Down in the ground they're lying |
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With a dirt so thick inside. |
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There were many lost in the dark and |
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Dust |
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When the colliers called out |
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"Hold your fire!" |
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The gas in the old deep section |
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Packed like a wintery drift. |
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And many a man had a blackened face |
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Before he'd finished his shift. |
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The manager had been told |
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"Don't fire that shot, we'll die!" |
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There were many lost in the dark and |
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Dust |
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When the colliers called out |
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"Hold your fire!" |
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The firemen report their missing, |
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Some say forty days. |
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The manager he ignored them to cover |
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His criminal ways. |
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Now down in the dark they're lying |
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With a dirt so thick inside. |
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There were many lost in the dark and |
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Dust |
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When the colliers called out |
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"Hold your fire!" |
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The family sent white lillies, |
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And paid for their Sunday best, |
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And the manager found, well all comes |
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Down |
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The colliers had their rest. |
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We'll go one more time unto the mine |
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To hear those colliers cry! |
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There were many lost in the dark and |
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Dust |
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When the colliers called out |
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"Hold your fire!" |
