I wonder if any of the assembled brainy folk can shed a bit of light on something that has been bugging me for the last couple of days? About 20 years ago I played fiddle on a song that I now can only remeber a verse of. It went something like:

Gone is the man who worked these hills
A man with time to kill
Dragged from the land this factory hand
And forced against his will
In another time in another place
They'll hear our silent rage
Ors is the time of wanting now
The Cullen has its way
The Cullen has its way

If anyonc can shed any light on this - including author/artist other verses - I'd be very grateful. Thanks