WHISKY PRIESTS

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Going To The Mine

 

Lyrics

Into the smoky morning
And I'm trudging down the line
Past the dirty tanky engine
Going to the mine

Rows of pit folks' houses
Like regiments in time
Taste the gritty daylight
When you're going to the mine

Whistle of the buzzer
Time to rise and shine
How I long for Sunday
When I'm going to the mine

Falling snow around us
Turning into grime
Down the coaly track-way
When you're going to the mine

Flying birds and freedom
But I must serve me time
One day I'll be flying too
From going to the mine

Falling down the shaft
And I'm leaving the sun behind
Born to be a human mole
Going to the mine

Into the smoky morning
And I'm trudging down the line
Past the dirty tanky engine
Going to the mine


(Johnny Handle)


© Johnny Handle

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