Miners

We went down the pit when I was a lad,

We set off in't morning with brother Jack and dad,

Arriving at the pithead, and then down in the cage,

There was plenty of digging for such a low wage.

We all had black faces, and were covered in dust,

Working in dark places, it's only the unions we trust,

We went to the gala, with our banners in tow,

Followed by a band we marched in a row.

It was a dangerous job, but we stuck together,

We walked miles to the pit, whatever the weather,

We had ham butties for lunch, and tea to drink,

And when we got home we washed in the sink.