ALBERT'S PRETTY FLOWERS
(George Armstrong)

Albert (Harbrond)? was his name - a miner through and through,
for many years he worked the drift- and my! how he could hew.
He'd set the props, knock in the chocks, and work the coal for hours,
but most important in his life were Albert's pretty flowers.

(Chorus)
And by' I had it lovely me flowers shone like gold
the young lads said you silly fool! it's just you growing old.
But comin' out the drift mine when they'd been down for hours
you'd see 'em nod and see 'em smile at Albert's pretty flowers.

Life was tough he had it rough - saw horrors barely spoken,
when the side wall came away his marra lay there broken.
And Albert helped to haul 'im out then sat and cried for hours,
amongst his stately scented Stocks - his own dear pretty flowers.

And by' etc.

The mine it closed friends moved away - long after he retired
to Albert's joy he'd gardens three to work till he was tired.
But the council said "you've got to move" and leave your scented stocks
they put him in a council flat - with just a window box.

And by' etc.

They buried him not long ago - with wreaths and floral crosses
they piled 'em high inside the hearse - a tribute from the mourners.
But out of sight inside his box - all hidden from the showers
a hand-held bunch of scented stocks - his own dear pretty flowers.

And by' etc


You can change Albert's surname to suit the area of the country you perform the song in - I used "Lewis" when singing in Wales!

lol.