| Mother, I fear for the laddies
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| There ain’t much more coal to go down to
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| There ain’t much more soul to get 'round to
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| Not anymore
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| Mother, I hear for the laddies
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| Ain’t much more soul to get 'round to
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| Lessening of companies that are finding
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| Things to bind to it anymore
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| I’d hate to just realize why
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| That company’s getting so shy
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| The bairns don’t have get-togethers
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| 'Round here not anymore
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| It’s happening all over the city
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| They’re talking 'bout going on down to
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| The town where the money’s just bound to
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| Surely just ease the door
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| They’re telling their sisters of why
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| Feelings that pass them close by
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| All that they seek is what they’re wanting to keep
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| And it’s glistening right there in their eyes
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| Oh mother I fear for the laddies
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| Father says no one goes down to
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| The face of some mine no boy of mines
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| Gonna be bound to, anymore
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| The future’s a brave new awakening
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| Have to no more go back down to
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| The bowels of this earth that will take you
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| Away from home and more
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| Home home home
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| Working in a coal mine |