Worked at the face in the mine
26 years old, he knew nothing but coal
Cut lunch and the clock in on time
Three shifts a day in the shops
Saturday, a miner gives rest to his bones
Sunday, the night shifted star
Blast the sweat track through
Hammer on steel's the sole sound
Hugh shamed a man of the war
The pitheads cast wheels,
they turned through the days
The pit ponies a year old grew
Till a note came one day to officially say
I'd lost the best man that I knew
My children a fatherless brood
But I still need that cold cash for food
Lightly by night, the gentle wind blows
Below there they still blast the seams
By the pores of his skin,
you'll know a modern coal man
No, he's widowed by the lack of her means