One Miner's Life
Ed PickfordOriginale | La versione di Dick Gaughan |
ONE MINER'S LIFE Now you are born, another to feed Small are our wants lad but great is our need For the work is scarce, yer dad's on the dole They want nee mair men 'cos they've got too much coal. Wee knaas wee yer cryin' for? Wee knaas wee made us so poor? Wee knaas what yer ganna dee? Wee knaas what's in store for ye? Now you're a boy, yer play in the streets Fish in the burn and performing great feats While the pit heaps stand, marking the graves Of fathers and sons and the lives that they gave. Wee knaas wee yer cryin' for? Wee knaas wee made us so poor? Wee knaas what yer ganna dee? Wee knaas what's in store for ye? Now you've left school, a man at thirteen Yer mother is grim as she looks at the scene And she makes up yer bait, yer off down below And away t' the pit with yer father yer go. Wee knaas wee yer cryin' for? Wee knaas wee made us so poor? Wee knaas what yer ganna dee? Wee knaas what's in store for ye? Now yer a man, yer work in the mine With fightin' with strugglin' yer old for yer time For the work is hard, conditions are bad And yer promise yer son lad what ye nivver had. Wee knaas wee yer cryin' for? Wee knaas wee made us so poor? Wee knaas what yer ganna dee? Wee knaas what's in store for ye? Now you are old, yer've worked aal yer can But they're closin' the pits and yer part of the plan To cut out waste, make the mines pay So t' hell with yer now lad and be on yer way. | ONE MINER'S LIFE Nou ye are born, anither tae feed Smaa is our wants, lad, but great is our need For wark is scarce, yer dad's on the dole They want nae mair men for they've got too much coal [Chorus] Whae kens whae yer cryin for? Whae kens whae made us sae puir? Whae kens what ye're gaunnae be? Whae kens what's in store for ye? Nou ye're a boy, ye play in the streets Fishin the burn an performin great feats While the pitheap stands, markin the graves O faithers an sons an the lives that they gave Nou ye've left school, ye're a man at thirteen Yer mither is grim as she looks on the scene As she maks up yer piece, ye're aff doun below An awa tae the pit wi yer faither ye go Nou ye're a man, ye wark in the mine Wi fightin an strugglin ye're auld fore yer time For the wark is hard, conditions are bad An ye've promised yer bairns aa the things ye've no had Nou ye are auld, ye've warked aa ye can But they're closin the pit and ye're pairt o a plan Tae cut out waste an mak the mines pay Sae tae hell wi ye nou lad an be on yer way |