Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down Out of the hard black coalface I was torn, go down Kicked on the world and the earth split open Crawled through a crack where the rock was broken Burrowed a hole, away in the coal, go down In a cradle of coal in the darkness I was laid, go down Down in the dirt and darkness I was raised, go down Cut me teeth on a five-foot timber Held up the roof with my little finger Started me time away in the mine, go down On the day that I was born I was six feet tall, go down And the very next day I learned the way to haul, go down On the third day worked at board and pillar Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler Getting me steam up, hewing the seam, go down I'm the son of the son of the son of a collier's son, go down Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run, go down Five steel ribs and an iron backbone Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone Working me time, away in the mine, go down Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand, go down In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland, go down Been gassed and burned and blown asunder Buried more times than I can number Getting the coal, away in the hole,go down I've scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low, go down Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go, go down In the thin-cut seams I've ripped and readed Where even the rats are born bow-legged Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down I've worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam, go down The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green, go down I've lain on me back in the old three-quarter Up to the chin in stinking water Hewing the coal, away in the hole, go down In the northern pits I've sweated and earned me pay, go down Toiled in worn-out drift mines night and day, go down Where the anthracite is hard and shining I've tried me hand at the hard-rock mining I dug a hole away in the coal, go down Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down Lived in the shade of the high pit heap I'm still down there where the seams are deep Digging a hole, away in the coal, go down
Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down
Out of the hard black coalface I was torn, go down
Kicked on the world and the earth split open
Crawled through a crack where the rock was broken
Burrowed a hole, away in the coal, go down
In a cradle of coal in the darkness I was laid, go down
Down in the dirt and darkness I was raised, go down
Cut me teeth on a five-foot timber
Held up the roof with my little finger
Started me time away in the mine, go down
On the day that I was born I was six feet tall, go down
And the very next day I learned the way to haul, go down
On the third day worked at board and pillar
Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler
Getting me steam up, hewing the seam, go down
I'm the son of the son of the son of a collier's son, go down
Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run, go down
Five steel ribs and an iron backbone
Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone
Working me time, away in the mine, go down
Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand, go down
In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland, go down
Been gassed and burned and blown asunder
Buried more times than I can number
Getting the coal, away in the hole,go down
I've scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low, go down
Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go, go down
In the thin-cut seams I've ripped and readed
Where even the rats are born bow-legged
Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down
I've worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam, go down
The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green, go down
I've lain on me back in the old three-quarter
Up to the chin in stinking water
Hewing the coal, away in the hole, go down
In the northern pits I've sweated and earned me pay, go down
Toiled in worn-out drift mines night and day, go down
Where the anthracite is hard and shining
I've tried me hand at the hard-rock mining
I dug a hole away in the coal, go down
Out of the dirt and darkness I was born, go down
Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn, go down
Lived in the shade of the high pit heap
I'm still down there where the seams are deep
Digging a hole, away in the coal, go down
thansk man.
+Chris Dansey
This is a different version
Thanks for posting. Could you possibly get the lyrics for us?
makes me think of my ancestry