Each day they lower me into a hole
14 hours underground digging for coal
I started in the mine
When I was 7 years old
And I'll finish in the mine
When I am broken and cold
We rise at dawn
And head out in the mist
We scrape the ground just to exist
Six mouths to feed
And living expense
We each earn two shilling
And six pence
And as I grip that rope
And descend into the ground
I think of my family
I think of the town
I think of my children
Mining at my side
And the light I will miss
As night turns into night
And a spark from my pick ignites
The coal dust in the air
A blinding flash of light
And we are whipped into the flare
95 souls are lost into the night
And only four got out that pit alive
And as I grip that rope
And descend into the ground
I think of my family
I think of the town
I think of my children
Mining at my side
And the light I will miss
As night turns into night
And as I grip that rope
And descend into the ground
I think of my family
I think of the town
I think of my children
Mining at my side
And the light I will miss
As night turns into night
