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E5.15 a.m.
snow laying all aroundA
a collier cycles home
from his night shift undergrounEd
Epast the silent pub
primary school, workingmens club
Aon the road from the pithead
fis
the churchyard packed
H7
with mining dead
Ethen beneath the bridge
he comes to a giant car
a sAhroud of snow upon the roof
a mark ten jaEguar
Ahe thought the man was fast asleep
Esilent, still and deep
both dead and coAld
fis
shot through
H7
with bullet holes
fis cis
the one armed bandit man
came north to fill his bAoots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
fis
put your money in
pull the levers
watch them spin
Acash cows in all the pubs
H7
but he preferred the new nightclubs
Enineteen sixty-seven
bandit men in birdcage heaven A
la dolce vita, sixty-nine
all new to people of the tEyne
Ewho knows who did what
somebody made a call
they sAaid his hands
fis
were in the pot
that he?d been skimming haEuls
fis
he picks up the swag
they gaily gave away
Adrives his giant jag
fis H7
off to his big pay day
fis cis
the bandit man
came north to fAill his boots
came up from cockneyland
e-type jags and flashy suits
fis
the bandit man
Acame up the great north road
up to geordieland
fis
to mine
H7
the mother lode
Eseams blew up or cracked
black diamonds came hard wonA
generations toiled and hacked
for a pittance and black lEung
fis
crushed by tub or stone
together and alone
Ahow the young and old
fis H7
paid the price of coal
Eeighteen sixty-seven
my angel?s gone to heaAven
he?ll be happy there
sunlight and sweet clean air E
Ethey gather round the glass
tough hewers and crAutters
child trappers and putters
the little foals and half-marErows
Awho pushed
cis
and pulled the barrows
Athe hod boys
and the rolleywEaymen
5.15 a.m.
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