(Capo 2. Bund)
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,
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down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine.
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There's blood on the coal and the miners lie,
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in the roads that never saw sun nor sky roads that never saw sun nor sky.
In the town of Springhill, you
don't sleep easy
often the earth will tremble and roll.
When the earth is restless, miners die,
bone and blood is the price of coal.
In the town of Springhill, Nova
late in the year of fifty eight.
Day still comes and the sun still shines,
but it's dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine.
Down at the coalface, miners working,
rattle of belt and the cutter's blade.
Rumble of rock and the walls close round,
the living and the dead men two miles down.
Twelve men lay two miles from
the pit shaft,
twelve men lay in the dark and sang.
Long hot days in the miners tomb,
it was three feet high and a hundred long.
Three days passed and lamps gave
and Caleb Rushton he up and said:
"There's no more water nor light nor bread,
so we'll live on songs and hope instead."
Listen for the shouts of the bare
listen through the rubble for a rescue team.
Six hundred feet of coal and slag,
hope imprisoned in a three foot seam.
Eight days passed and some were
leaving the dead to lie alone.
Through all their lives they dug a grave,
two miles of earth for a marking stone.