Lyr Add: Accident at Bradford Colliery 1956

Subject: Anthony Riley (Fryman/Fisher)
From: 2581
Date: 15 Jan 10 - 08:34 PM

"Anthony Riley" is a powerful song about a coal miner killed in a mining acident. It was written by a miner, Ivan Fryman, and set to music by Archie Fisher. I have versions by Hamish Imlach and Iain MacGillivray. I'm wondering if anyone is aware of any other versions of this brilliant song?

Subject: RE: Anthony Riley (Fryman/Fisher)
From: GUEST,999
Date: 15 Jan 10 - 08:52 PM

Could you please post the lyrics?

Subject: RE: Anthony Riley (Fryman/Fisher)
From: 2581
Date: 16 Jan 10 - 03:38 AM

For some reason, I cannot cut and paste them from an e-mail account. If you will send your e-mail address to [e-mail] I will send the lyrics to you. I'm too tired to type them at 3:30 AM after a long day of work...

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Anthony Riley (Ivan Fryman/Archie Fisher)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 07 Feb 10 - 01:11 PM

Lyrics have been posted here: Lyr Add: ANTHONY RILEY (Fisher/Fryman)

Thread #57105   Message #896644
Posted By: weerover
23-Feb-03 - 11:45 AM
Thread Name: ADD: Anthony Riley (Fryman/Fisher)
Subject: Lyr Add: ANTHONY RILEY (Fisher/Fryman)

Here it is as I remember from the singing of John Watt:
^^
ANTHONY RILEY

As I made my way down the street to the colliery
As I to my work was a-making my way
I heard the sad news, and I heard the men talking
Young Anthony Reilly has worked his last day

And old Emlyn Williams lies dead in the fan-house
The roof has caved in and the sides they gave way
It'll be in the papers, splashed over the headlines
What a big coup the newshounds will pocket today

Willing hands to the rescue of poor stricken comrades
To move the big rocks and discover their fate
Upon the next payday there'll be a collection
Not a newspaper owner will be there to donate

It's in the newspapers, splashed over the headlines
A capital story upon the front page
But there's blood on the girders in the old Parker fan-house
And weeping dependents go with the cortege

When the coal merchant calls and you pay your good money
Count well the bags as he lays them aside
You'll be counting the cuts and the knocks and the bruises
You'll be counting the lives of the men who have died

wr

Subject: Lyr Add: Accident at Bradford Colliery 1956
From: Monologue John
Date: 19 Apr 24 - 12:10 PM

The Accident at Bradford Colliery Tuesday February 28th 1956
Words: Peter Ivan Fryman Music: Chris Neale
Mining is the only industry from which the absentee figures are regularly published.
Being usually preoccupied with telling the public of the fabulous wages miners are supposed
to earn not much interest is shown in the conditions under which they are actually earned,
but occasionally the press finds it can enhance its circulation by printing disaster news and
making a fortune out of misfortune
(Repeat last line of each verse, rather than italic version, when singing harmony. Bass for
that line is: C , D, B. Sing 4th verse only when there is no instrumental solo)
As I made my way down the street to the colliery
As I to my work was making my way
I heard the bad news, I heard the men talking
Young Anthony Riley has worked his last day
I shook my head and found nothing to say
Old Emlyn Williams lies dead in the fan house
The roof has caved in and the sides did give way
It's in the newspapers splashed over the headlines
What a big coup the news hounds will pocket this day
All they see in the story is another day’s pay
Willing hands to the rescue of our poor stricken comrades
To lift the big rocks and discover their fate
When comes the next pay day there’ll be a big collection
Not a newspaper owner will be there to donate
No press baron’s money is found on the plate
It's in the newspapers splashed over the headlines
A capital story upon the front page
But there's blood on the girders in Old Parker Fan house
While weeping dependants go with the cortege
They’ve lost so much more than a man’s weekly wage
When the coal merchant calls and you pay your good money
Count well the bags as he lays them aside
You'll be counting the cuts and the knocks and the bruises
- You'll be counting the lives of the men who have died
You'll be counting the lives of the men who have died
You'll be counting the lives of the men who have died

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Accident at Bradford Colliery 1956
From: r.padgett
Date: 21 Apr 24 - 03:11 AM

Ivan wrote well John ~ the sentiments that culminated in miners' power and of their wives rising up against the all powerful money grabbing society that had ruled the country and took the widow's mite

Growing up in a mining family brought awareness and feelings of second class citizenship ~ now with education and availability of journalists and televised media we are told instantly what is/was happening

The people are empowered and can make their own judgements and decisions what 50 years plus has made to our fortunes but still people make money from others working endeavours

Ray

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Accident at Bradford Colliery 1956
From: The Sandman
Date: 21 Apr 24 - 03:16 AM

THANKS

Subject: RE: Lyr Add: Accident at Bradford Colliery 1956
From: Joe Offer
Date: 02 Jun 25 - 04:58 PM

Thread #57105   Message #896644
Posted By: weerover
23-Feb-03 - 11:45 AM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: Anthony Riley (Fryman/Fisher)
Subject: Lyr Add: ANTHONY RILEY (Fisher/Fryman)

Here it is as I remember from the singing of John Watt:
^^
ANTHONY RILEY

As I made my way down the street to the colliery
As I to my work was a-making my way
I heard the sad news, and I heard the men talking
Young Anthony Reilly has worked his last day

And old Emlyn Williams lies dead in the fan-house
The roof has caved in and the sides they gave way
It'll be in the papers, splashed over the headlines
What a big coup the newshounds will pocket today

Willing hands to the rescue of poor stricken comrades
To move the big rocks and discover their fate
Upon the next payday there'll be a collection
Not a newspaper owner will be there to donate

It's in the newspapers, splashed over the headlines
A capital story upon the front page
But there's blood on the girders in the old Parker fan-house
And weeping dependents go with the cortege

When the coal merchant calls and you pay your good money
Count well the bags as he lays them aside
You'll be counting the cuts and the knocks and the bruises
You'll be counting the lives of the men who have died

wr