The Stoneman's Song.


So the coal is off and the fillers have left the flat,
And the deppity comes and he asks us what we're at.
So we tell 'im and he stems the holes we've drilled,
And the shots gan off and the packs we build,
Doon the Brockwell seam in the north of Number Five West.

Noo we build packs from the stone's that's in the gate,
And we get them neat and tidy weel afore bait,
For there's girders te hump and girders te set,
And side te take off that Aa dare bet,
Doon the Brockwell seam in the north of Number Five West.

Noo the belt it's rolled and set down in a new track,
And we draw oot the chocks while lyin' on wor backs,
And we set them again in their new place, te stop the whitin' on the face,
Doon the Brockwell seam in the north of Number Five West.

And it's Aa'm alreet th' morn for a sup Aa knaa,
For mi marrer's reckoned up that he's won the snaaball draw.
With a housey card and a pint in mi hand,
Aa'll forget all aboot that no-man's land,
Doon the Brockwell seam in the north of Number Five West.



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