BJD: Ranging Drum Shearer. A Coal Cutting Machine. 150 BHP.
Ripping the Coal out with gut churning power, The vibrations a - bass in your stomach.
You follow the seam, which tries to trick You, but you have learnt from the Best And the brown skud dust, that 6 inch at Coal bottom gives you that sign.
You can’t taste the stone dust so You know your cutting true That step in the roof just right And you smile and chew bacca And sweat.
In your light-shine You see a million Particles of Coal dust and you Breath it in, and spit it Out and listen to this ROAR at your side as the river Of Coal passes by on the Panzer.....
Behind you can see those two other lights Drawing in the roof supports Snaking over the Panzer.... Keep That line – Keep that – Line – true There all right back there Aren’t they? The roofs Good?
You give them that ‘flick’ with your light Your signature ‘flick’ and they – in turn – ‘Flick’ – back. Brothers you are…. Brothers – Coal people Family.
Very good cornirog, here's a lesser attempt for an AM500 DERDS;
Snarling, growling, banging, even screaming Smashing, crashing, spewing always teeming. Five hundred horses together in violent storm And in its gigantic thundering form It thrashes through the long dark tunnel Destroying all resistance, creating rubble
Devastation precedes its tearing jaws Careless of nature’s ancient laws Vicious teeth set in open spiralled threat A murdering ogre with intentions set Surging forward blindly, ravaging all Trampling below it all that fall
This malevolent destructively driven force Has little control of its preset course Inflicting cruel violence with one intention Releasing energy from prehistoric retention Industrial monster of man’s designing A symbolic plunderer in modern mining This shearing power under man’s command Robbing carbon’s worth beneath this land
We can but try ............... it might take a while But here's a quick-un schoolboy style;
Samson, or just Sammy to his mates Worked in the Beamshaw on 108s. A proper grafter, a real big hitter Reared on dripping and Barnsley Bitter. He’d worked hard and earned a mint Filling off a double stint Until the coming of that day When Scargill accepted P.L.A Seen by Sammy as pretty short shrift His wages dropped to four pound a shift From fifteen quid, his world was shattered Earning money was all that mattered. His terrace mortgage and Cortina loan Ensured his boozing days were blown So Sammy put on his thinking cap To find a means to escape this trap. He thought and thunked a good bit more All means of earning he did explore But then it came as in a flash An easy way to make some cash He’d heard the tales Of Chippendales A team of lads with bare faced cheek Who made a thousand every week Dropping their kecks in front of girlies But not quite down to their short and curlies Five minute prance under poor stage lights In Working Men’s Clubs on ladies’ nights He’d tried it once on stage in the Stute And the older ladies thought him cute But the committee came down a little hard And for twenty weeks poor Sammy was barred. Undeterred he decided on giving it a go He really needed that extra dough. So when needs must and times are rough He earned a mint exposing his buff Almost legendary at Spinster Doos And twice appeared on Calendar news From unknown collier and hairy ripper To international fame as Samson Stripper.