The following is a poem about the Child miner who dragged the coal boogies and a song of working underground let us never forget them.
THE CHILD MINER
Down,down,down
Deep into the ground,
The miners go again,
Off to do thier daily grind,Damning body, soul and mind,
Some as young as ten.
In the bowels of the earth,
For what it's worth,
They do their fearful job,
In the dust and dirt and heat unknown,
They toil, and then just take home a couple of bob.
At the end of the day,
come what may,
They trudge slowly homeward bound,
With thoughts forlorn,
Because they know next morn,
They must go back underground.
WORKING MAN ( The miners song )
It's a working man I am, and i've been down under ground
and i swear to god if I ever see the sun.
Or for any length of time I can hold it in my mind.
I never again will go down underground
at the age of sixteen years
with my father close to tears.
As he vowed never again to send another one
to the dark recess of the mines,
where you age befor your time,
and the coal dust lies heavy on your lungs.
It's a working man I am, and I've been down underground,
and I swear to god if I ever see the sun,
or for any lenght of time I can hold it in my mind
I never again will go down underground
At the age of sixtyfour he will greet yoau at the door
, and the wheels above the mines no longer whine,
and they finally close the hole. Where for years we clawed the coal,
and never again will we go down underground.
It's a working man I am and I've been down underground,
and I swear to god if I ever see the sun
or for ever length of time I can hold in my mind.
i never again will go down underground