The Lad
They brought him up the pit shaft
And took him out of the cage,
His
face was covered in coal dust,
They couldn't tell his age.
In fact
he was a young lad, on his
first day down the pit, he did not
hear the
noises, before the pit prop split.
Down came the roof and crushed him,
against the stone hard floor,
Squeezing out a young life,
That would run
and laugh no more.
Who would tell his Mother?
Who would tell his
Dad?
That coal had claimed another
And this one was their Lad.
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