Post by anthonygos on Apr 17, 2012 15:13:30 GMT -5
No more will I
“By Anthony Gostling of Glynderi Glanamman”
No more will I wake up to the pit whistle call
No more will I walk to the pit-head cage
which I find more difficult at my tender age
No more will I descend to that dark black hole
to dig the hard black coal
No more will I see my pony and tram,
or sit there eating cold spam and not ham
No more will I give the signal to say
that’s it boy’s end of another day
No more will I see the light from below
and ask dear God to save my soul
And has I walk away from that pit,
I chew my tobacco look back and then spit
And say to myself that’s it, I quit,
I’ll not be back at the dreadful pit…!
“By Anthony Gostling of Glynderi Glanamman”
No more will I wake up to the pit whistle call
No more will I walk to the pit-head cage
which I find more difficult at my tender age
No more will I descend to that dark black hole
to dig the hard black coal
No more will I see my pony and tram,
or sit there eating cold spam and not ham
No more will I give the signal to say
that’s it boy’s end of another day
No more will I see the light from below
and ask dear God to save my soul
And has I walk away from that pit,
I chew my tobacco look back and then spit
And say to myself that’s it, I quit,
I’ll not be back at the dreadful pit…!
