Old King Coal by John Kirkpatrick

Coorie Doon by Matt Mcginn

Song of the Pit by Jack Coterell and recorded by Muckram Wakes on Warbles Banbles and Reeds. Written to raise funds during the miners' strike.

Grandad and the Pit by Martin Nesbitt of Saltburn. May not be to everybody's taste, but I like it.

GRANDDAD AND THE PIT
Martin Nesbitt

Granddad, won't you tell us,
Now that you're old and grey,
Tell us where you used to work,
Back in the olden days?
And granddad, I've often wondered,
Though I've never asked before,
Why do you lay in bed all day,
And you don't work no more?

Lass, I were a miner,
And I worked in a place called a pit.
A pit is a dark and dirty hole,
And I worked in the bottom of it, digging out coal.
They burn coal on fires, bonny lass,
To keep folks warm from the cold,
And I toiled down that pit all my working days,
Till I lost my job, when I got too old.

Granddad, won't you tell us,
Now that you're old and grey,
Tell us why you cough so much,
All the night and day?
And granddad, I've often wondered,
Why do you wear that mask,
What could have made your lungs so ill?
Was it coal dust from the past?

Lass, I were a miner,
And I worked in a place called a pit.
A pit is a dark and dirty hole,
And I worked in the bottom of it, digging out coal.
They burn coal on fires, bonny lass,
To keep folks warm from the cold,
And I toiled down that pit all my working days,
Till I lost my job, when I got too old.

Granddad, won't you tell us,
Now that you're old and grey,
Why did the doctor say to mam,
You'll not see another day?
And granddad, I'm getting worried,
You're looking awful pale,
What could have made you so ill?
Oh, you look so weak and frail.

Lass, I were a miner,
And I worked in a place called a pit.
A pit is a dark and dirty hole,
And I worked in the bottom of it, digging out coal.
They burn coal on fires, bonny lass,
To keep folks warm from the cold,
And I toiled down that pit all my working days,
Till I lost my job, when I got too ……..

Granddad. Granddad. Granddad.