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22 Jun 08 - 12:58 PM (#2371938) Subject: Lyr Req: mining song (monday morning shift #1...) From: everyman Got part of a song on my recent trip and I'm looking for the rest of it. Can you help? Here's what I got: Monday morning shift number one wish that the day's work was over and done climb in the cage boys let her roll where the warriors fight for the coal and the wheels on the head gear spin around and the _________________ is dropping down feel the blood in your ears pound down down in the ground. ______________ ______________ there's a hell of a drop and a howling gale as the cage whistles downward telling its tale |
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22 Jun 08 - 06:48 PM (#2372155) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: mining song (monday morning shift #1...) From: GUEST,Chris Brownbridge It was written by Johnny Handle in the early 60's - I think Bert Lloyd has it in his "Folk Song in England", Lawrence & Wishart, 1967. If you can't find it, try Johnny's website - I'm sorry, I don't ave the address here just now. |
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22 Jun 08 - 09:43 PM (#2372224) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: mining song (monday morning shift #1. From: everyman Thanks! |
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23 Jun 08 - 02:49 AM (#2372299) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: mining song (monday morning shift #1...) From: Mark Dowding It was actually written by Keith Roberts - a teacher from Wigan who published it in a book of his songs called "The Road to Wigan Pier (and Back)". The song is called "The Cage" and also appears on Keith's LP "Pier of the Realm" recorded on Bill Leader's "Trailer" label - Tra 3031 When I get home I'll find the rest of the words for you - it's years since I've sung this one - might revive it. Cheers Mark |
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23 Jun 08 - 06:48 PM (#2372828) Subject: Lyr Add: THE CAGE (Keith Roberts) From: Mark Dowding The Cage by Keith Roberts 1967 Monday morning shift number one Wish that the day's work was over and done Climb in the cage boys let her roll We're the warriors who fight for the coal Ch And the wheels on the headgear spin around The cage like a stone is dropping down Feel the blood in your ears pound Down Down in the ground First stop pit bottom fall like a stone Half way down lads soon be done There's a hell of a draught, a howling gale As the cage whistles downwards a-telling its tale Glaring lights, dusty floor Meet us there outside the cage door Crawl to the face lads sharing a joke In a couple of hours you would die for a smoke Sweat run freely matted hair Glistening bodies black and bare It's damned hard work but what do you say Roll on Friday when we draw our pay! Taken from "Come all ye bold miners" compiled by A.L. Lloyd revised edition 1978. Also "The Road to Wigan Pier (and back)" by Keith Roberts c1968 Cheers Markthe |