The Trimdon Grange Explosion

Oh, let's not think of tomorrow,lest we disappointed be.
Our joys may turn to sorrow as we all may daily see.
Today we may be strong and healthy, but soon there comes a change,
As we may learn from the explosion that has been at Trimdon Grange.

Men and boys left home that morning for to earn their daily bread,
Nor thought before that evening they'd be numbered with the dead.
Let's think of Mrs Burnett, once had sons but now has none-
By the Trimdon Grange explosion, Joseph, George and James are gone.

February left behind it what will never be forgot;
Weeping widows, helpless children may be found in many a cot.
Now they ask if father's left them, and the mother hangs her head,
With a weeping widow's feelings, tells the child his father's dead.

God protect the lonely widow, help to raise each drooping head.
Be a father to the orphans, never let them cry for bread.
Death will pay us all a visit, they have only gone before.
We'll meet the Trimdon victims where explosions are no more.