In nineteen hundred five, digging coal.
In nineteen hundred five, digging coal.
In nineteen hundred five,
Digging coal kept us alive,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one,
We lost fathers, we lost sons,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down,
While working underground,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine,
Fire and water closed the mine,
And everyone was finished digging coal.
The people stood and prayed, digging coal.
The people stood and prayed, digging coal.
The people stood and prayed,
The mine was now a grave,
Nobody there was saved, digging coal.
In nineteen hundred five, digging coal.
In nineteen hundred five,
Digging coal kept us alive,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one, digging coal.
In nineteen thirty-one,
We lost fathers, we lost sons,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down, digging coal.
I’m breathing coal dust down,
While working underground,
Now I’m almost finished digging, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine, digging coal.
In nineteen fifty nine,
Fire and water closed the mine,
And everyone was finished digging coal.
The people stood and prayed, digging coal.
The people stood and prayed, digging coal.
The people stood and prayed,
The mine was now a grave,
Nobody there was saved, digging coal.
inviata da Dq82 - 16/12/2019 - 10:30
×
![]()
Along The Miners' Rows
“(Along The Miners' Rows) summon(s) up and celebrate(s) the rich cultural history of central Scotland’s now-vanished mining communities”
The Herald