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black gold


Dad was a miner
mining for coal
a coal mine in Durham
long time ago
pick axe in hand
diggin’ black gold
when children were men
and men would grow old

an underground farmer
ploughing the land
marching to work
behind colliery bands
working in darkness
deep underground
where not even a scream
would carry a sound

he was a deputy
a friend to his men
before policy dictated
coalmining would end
many tried striking
their efforts in vein
for many a brave man
life never the same

Dad was a miner
he’s not a miner no more
the coal’s been exhausted
the pits have been closed
and it’s hard to remember
that dark world below
when children were men
and men would grow old


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