Testo 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 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