THE SONG OF THE REDUNDANT MINER
(after Charles Causley)
Oh mother my throat is full of lumps
As buckwheat in the sack
My tears are a twin-branched waterfall
And the coal-dust stains them black.
The band is playing Amazing Grace
And the lads are back below
But the little shit nearly closed the pit
And some of us have to go.
Better send me a parcel at Christmas time
Of coke and nutty slack
And please don't bawl if I end it all
On the Great Northern Railway track.
Farewell, Gloster Getters, the Pit-Head at Thorne,
Hang my boiler suit on the door
I'm sewn up slick as a eunuch's dick
And I can't go back no more.
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