Lyr Req: Colliery Gate

Subject: Colliery Gate
From: Edi
Date: 22 Aug 00 - 01:06 PM

Does anybody know the lyrics of a song called "Colliery Gate"? I heard it a long time ago. Thanks

Subject: Lyr Add: COLLIERY GATE and CHEMICAL WORKER'S SONG
From: Sorcha
Date: 22 Aug 00 - 06:21 PM

Is this it?

COLLIERY GATE
(Ian McCalman)

Well, I live down the road from the colliery gate,
And the siren of the shift is the sound I hate.
Don't be sick and don't be late.
There is no other work in the village.

When the dust and the grime make a man retire,
And the son comes off for the chance of hire,
Working in the dark just to feed your fire,
There is no other work in the village.

Though Bilston is better than most, they say,
I would do everything to keep my son away.
Jobs like that won't come each day.
There is no other work in the village.

CHEMICAL WORKER'S SONG

CHORUS: And it's go, boys, go. They time your ev'ry breath.
And ev'ry day you're in this place, it's two days nearer death,
But you go.

A process man am I, and I'm telling you no lie.
I've worked and breathed among the fumes that trail across the sky.
There's thunder all around me, poison in the air.
This lousy smell that smacks of hell and dust all in me hair

I've worked among the spinners, breathed in the oily smoke.
I've shoveled off the gypsum, that nigh on makes you choke.
I've stood knee deep in cyanide, got sick with the caustic burn,
Been working rough and seen enough to make your stomach turn.

There's overtime and bonus, opportunities galore.
The young men like the money, they all come back for more.
But soon you're knocking on, looking older than you should,
For ev'ry bob made on this job is earned with sweat and blood.

from: http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Parc/9526/c.htm

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Colliery Gate
From: Edi
Date: 23 Aug 00 - 12:00 PM

Thank you very much, Sorcha. The Ian McCalman-song is exactly the one I've been looking for.