No More Will I
“by Anthony Gostling”
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…!
