Children in mines.
Children covered in coal dust black
on their heads and on their back
coal for heating to keep us warm
for drying children’s clothes all torn
for cooking on and making drinks
for burning toast-cor the stink.
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Coal that came up from below
the mines in numbers they did grow
children payed penny’s each day
to dig the face to carry on
now my fiends the coal is gone
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times are hard today they say
think of children past away
to keep us warm, to make men rich
digging coal from a ditch.
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