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Backshift Boys
04:49
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Working all week in the dark in a hole
I used to be a man, but now I’m a mole.
Digging in the Dark for Old King Coal
But it’s Friday night and the workdays done,
We’re heading for the light,
time for some fun.
For the Backshift Boys alright.
And it’s Hey - here we go,
Heading for the light from the black below
The temperature’s hot and it’s time to blow
for the Backshift Boys below.
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Has anyone seen my whippet?
Has anyone seen my dog?
I'm so sad without her, a wheel without a cog.
Has anyone seen my whippet?
Has anyone seen my dog?
She won't run, walk or jog,
has anyone seen my dog?
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Different Dreams
04:38
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The pit head lies behind
As weary feet make way
Back home to bed, first bath and fed
And work another day
Another day (rpt)
Pit lads ride the shoulders
Nod to Father’s tread,
Sleep and dream, work the seam
Could be now until you’re dead
Until you’re dead (rpt)
But you have dreams of a different kind
Where dark is blown away by sky
And the dust is banished by the breeze
Where birds can fly, and so can I
The hope burns brightly in your eye
It will be alright, bye and bye.
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Old Grey Men
05:09
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Old Grey Men of yesterday
Gone now, they’ve faded all away.
Skyline of yesterday,
Stained and grey in so many ways,
Grey smoke, grey caps made old grey men.
Gone now like yesterday,
Disappear is a dream of grey,
Those old grey men of yesterday.
Their shadows and shapes in the lamplight play
The old grey men gossip and pray
Stamp their feet and rage against the day
Woodbine smoke drift to the sky
They talk of time and men gone by
Of times of work and times of pain.
Those old grey men of yesterday
Betting shop call on Saturday morn,
Heads bent low to study the form,
Place a careful shilling every way.
Head back home to watch TV
Black and white shimmer of what might be
Winners and losers some must be today,
Maybe the old grey men of yesterday.
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5. |
Bevin Boys
05:46
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We're digging down, digging down, digging down.
Bevin boys, miners for the crown.
And we'll keep on digging down with no let for sleep or sup
Until we meet the devil digging up.
I'm thrown into this town, half past sinner, half past clown.
To dig a job that isn't mine, that the local lads did fine.
But they marched away one sunny day, and the mine fell mighty slack,
So the Bevin Boys came round this way, 'cos they aren't coming back.
And they say that down the mine, Old Nick you'll likely meet.
Well, he'll give a warmer welcome than the folks on the street.
We're not welcome in this town, not welcome down the mine,
Come on dig they told us, it'll all work out just fine.
I'd rather be in khaki, with me rifle in me hand,
Not this rusty metal shovel, in this bloody Bevin band.
No polish or brass are needed by the soldiers of the mine,
But It would be nice to have a friend on my front line.
Cramlington, Ashington, Ellington and Lynemouth too,
The mining lads they heard the call and marched to follow the blue
Choppington, Sleekburn, and Old Woodhorn too,
The Bevin Boys came round this way, with a dirty old job to do.
Our fighting men can't fight, with no coal or steel or tin,
Without the coal we dig, our fighting boys can't win.
No steam for the engines, no steel for the mill,
Our country needed miners, and that's where we came in.
So they showed me how, to be a soldier of the mine
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Johnny Miner
04:16
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Johnny Miner, you were born
Never to see the rising dawn
Now it's time that you were gone
Farewell Johnny Miner!
They've promised you the earth sometimes
To get coal from their stinkin' mines
Now the justice for their crimes
Is Farewell, Johnny Miner!
And farewell Durham, Yorkshire too
Nottingham, the same to you
Scotland, South Wales, say Adieu
Farewell Johnny Miner
You've battled with the sliding scale
Lungs turned black & faces pale
Now your body's up for sale
Farewell Johnny Miner!
And Farewell John, don't take it hard
Unemployment isn't bad
They'll treat you well in the knackers' yard
Farewell Johnny Miner!
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Fool's Gold is Carol and Steve Robson. They're based in the North East of the UK, and present multimedia performances all over the UK. Live shows are just that: no tapes or backing. The recordings take that a bit further...
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