I am sure the words were not so clunky when I sang this down caves in the Mendip hills in '69 and '70. The repetition of young in the first line, form as a habit? A man must have lust? Demons of death often come by surprise? It has no poetry in it. I have written this into my book but I think that I will get the Tippex and do some serious folk processing. Come all you young fellows so strong and so fine Don't play dice with your future in the dark dreary mine Hey - I like that!! I did think 'so fit and so fine', but that is rather too modern I think. Anne
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