Couldn't see this one on the Mud and wanted the words typing so thought I'd add them incase anyone else needs them
Morley Main - Keith Marsden
They came to call for me last Monday Morning
When I was hanging washing on the line
They looked down at their feet a lot and wouldn't meet me eye,
And only said "you're wanted at the mine".
I know that he was dead but funny, I could only think
How fresh the clothes would smell if it stayed fine
And they say it wasn't such a big disaster
It only made the papers for a day
I'm sure the wives who're weeping will find comfort in your news,
So tell them that and then see what they say
And ask them who's to feed the children, where they'll find the rent.
And ask how much the owners mean to pay.
They carried all the bodies to the Royal
All laid in rows as neatly as can be
Some were burnt, some were crushed and some had only choked
But none of them was very nice to see
And it was only by the belt he always used to wear
That I could tell which one belonged to me..
They'll find some lying weasel for the inquest
Or some poor lad who's frightened for his place
Who'll claim he smelled tobacco just an hour or two before
And swear the men were smoking at the face
For it only takes a single match to shift the owner's blame
And some dead miner bears the whole disgrace.
There'll be enough insurance for the funeral
A proper place to rest at least he's due
Some money from the Parish or perhaps they'll start a fund
But after that I don't know what we'll do
For I don't suppose at twenty nine I'll find another man
For younger widows they'll be looking too.