This is not a Trad. but it does speak of the hardships of miners that was/is prevelant in Newfoundland, Wales, and other locations where mining is the livelyhood of the community...
Chemical Workers Song (or: I.C.I. Song)
* Ron Angel
Go, boy, go They time your every breath Every day you're in this place You're two days nearer death But you go
A process man am I, I'm telling you no lie I work and breathe among the fumes that trail across the sky There's thunder all around me, poison in the air A lousy smell that smacks of hell, dust all in my hair
I've worked among the spinners, breathed in the oily smoke Shovelled at the gypsum that nigh on makes you choke I've stood knee-deep in cyanide, got sick with the caustic burn Been working rough, seen enough to make your stomach turn
There's overtime and bonus, opportunities galore Young men like the money, they all come back for more But soon you're knocking on, looking older than you should Every bob made on this job is earned with sweat and blood
Repeat 1
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BARDDAS BLOG/WEB SITECo Founder/Member of the KDCMusic is holy, art is sacred, and creativity is powerEveryday is EARTH DAY to a farmer "Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much." Oscar Wilde Some men are drawn to oceans, they cannot breathe unless the air is scented with a salty mist. Others are drawn to land that is flat, and the air is sullen and is leaden as August. My people were drawn to mountains- Earl Hamner Jr.
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