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THE ROW BETWEEN THE CAGES
One morning when I went to work the sight was most exciting
I heard a noise and looked around and who do you think was fighting
I stood amazed and at them gazed to see them in such rages
I never saw a row like that between the Brockwell cages
The patent to the old cage says although I be a stranger
I can work my work as well as you and free the men from danger
But if the rope should break with me old skinny jaws just watch us
You'll see me clag on to the skeets for I'm full of springs and catches
When going up and down the shaft the patent cage did threaten
For to take the old one's life if they stopped it meeting
The old cage bawled out as it passed you nasty dirty patent
Rub your eyes against the skeets I think you're hardly wakened
The old cage says come over the gates because it's my intention
To let you see whether you or me is the best invention
The new one being raised took off his claes and at it they went dabbing
The blood was running down the skeets and past the weighman's cabin
The brakesman brought them both to bank the mischief for to settle
They fought from five o'clock 'til six and the patent won the battle
It took the brakesman half his shift to clag them up with plasters
The old cage sent his notice in just to vex the masters
(Tommy Armstrong)
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HALCYON DAYS
I remember Charlie Douglas when we were still at school
He was my very best friend
But I passed him as a stranger in the street the other day
He didn't even know my bonnie face
And little Cathy Thompson with her hair and heart of gold
I vowed I would love until the end of time
But we were young and I failed to realise
That she would never be mine
I remember the times when we used to laugh and play
But this cruel world always seems to take those times away
Now it all seems like a dream that just happened yesterday
Those times will never come again
We rang bells and ran through gardens
But caused no harm to anyone
And the rows and fields were our own
And we would mucky all our best clothes
Jumping becks and climbing trees
And stayed out late didn't want to go back home
And the gypsy-camp battlefield where we used to play at wars
Was innocent fun and games back then
But now we are acting out our battle plans for real
Though we say we are fully grown men
In our ignorance and bliss we were happy in our lives
And our innocence could never let us down
On grassy moors we chased and in greeny lanes we roamed
Creating our own world in our town
But it could never last forever fate caught up on us in time
And turned our whole world upside down
For our minds then knew of guilt and all the pain of love and hate
While our dreams were left shattered on the ground
Oh what happened to you whatever happened to me
What became of the people we used to be
(Gary Miller)
OLD MAN FORGOTTEN
As the waves come rolling in
Across the blackened shale
An old man stands alone
And carves an image of nostalgia
In the dying sunlight you know
And the features on his wondrous face
Once shined like a million stars
Now it’s cracked and worn
His whole life is tattered and torn
And he's filled with grief you know
And as the day comes down
He feels the years come down
As the sands of time slip through his hands
Like a burdened weary old pack horse
Waiting for the slaughterman
And he's spent his whole life in the area
Working for the area
But what recognition do they send his way
But so long Joe it's time to go
And as the day comes down
He feels the years come down
There is a weight upon this man
Like a burdened weary old pack horse
Waiting for the slaughterman
And as the day comes down
He feels the years come down
Like a weight across the land
Like a burdened weary old pack horse
Waiting for the slaughterman
And as the day comes down
He feels the years come down
"I toiled in this place" he says
As the tears roll down his face
For the family that has forgotten him
And the land that has forgotten him
(Gary Miller)
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BONNIE GATESHEAD LASS / JAMIE ALLAN
BONNIE GATESHEAD LASS
I'll warrant you've never seen my lass
Her name I cannot mention
For fear you'll go and tell her
How I like her so I do
It's just for lads and lasses
For to whisper their affection
The bonniest lass in Gateshead's
Bonnie face is bothering me
The first time I saw her
I thought I didn't know her
I was sure I'd seen her face before
I couldn't think of where
Her blue eyes met mine in passing
Up the high street in the morning
And her look was so entrancing
That my heart was mine no more
Well I didn't see her for a week
Until one night at the bridge end
I stamped upon her gown
And the gathers they came away
She told me I was clumsy
And I said that I was sorry
I humbly begged her pardon
I was licked for what to say
So I walked on by her side
As if I had a right to do
The conversation first was shy
But then it turned first class
We talked about the weather
And she mentioned that her father
Was a puddler down at Hawks's
Oh my bonnie Gateshead lass
She mentioned confidentially
That her uncle was a grocer
And her mother's father's cousin
Was a fiddler on the shore
She talked so nice and friendly
And looked both sweet and pleasant
I thought I'd never seen a lass
So charming like before
She says her mother keeps a shop
And sells hot pies and candy
Her brother he's a cobbler
In the high part of the town
Now she was a dressmaker
And we got on so well together
I blessed I'd been so awkward
As to stand upon her gown
I made her laugh and slap me lug
For talking lots of nonsense
But bless you when you're courting
There's nowt so good'll pass
I asked her would she be my lass
And I'd take her out on Sunday
To my delight she says "I might"
My bonnie Gateshead lass
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
JAMIE ALLAN
[Instrumental]
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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4. |
Jenny Grey [Live]
04:12
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JENNY GREY
I watched as you watched me with hope in my heart
And I wondered what your eyes were telling me then
But a wall drew around me and trapped me forever
And there was no key could free me again
I passed by a headstone which no shadows darkened
There I saw a young woman with flowers and tears
And I envied the soul for whom she was grieving
And I lost all desire to continue my years
When they are drying the blood from my body
And the flowers and grieving are all for me
And when I am gone into Hell or to Heaven
Oh Jenny, Jenny Grey cry for me
We walked together in the cool summer morning
And the birds were all singing in the valley below
But the wind stole their voices as the sweet vision faded
And I walked home without you alone
The factory gates have all closed down before me
And the lights have all dimmed on the edge of the town
And they are singing a sad hymn in the church in the village
And your face looks so sad as the tears flow down
(lyrics: Gary Miller / music: Glenn Miller)
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SEE THE WHIPPET RUN
I was born and bred into a race of skill
It's the drug that gives me speed and thrills
With a never ceasing heat in my heart and brain
To give me the power of a speeding train
See the whippet run
Watch it leap the highest hurdles
Run rabbit run
Keep on heading down that track
See the whippet run
As it hurtles to the finish line
Racing past your train and never looking back
There's many a pleasure and delight
In being the victor through another man's plight
I can see the gold at the rainbow's end
So carry me up as the gods descend
This race has led me to grief and woe
And brought me to arms against friend and foe
Yet the fire still burns as bright as before
I can win this race and a thousand more
(lyrics: Gary Miller / music: Glenn Miller)
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INSTRUMENTAL MEDLEY NO.2:
a) THE BORDER WIDOW'S LAMENT
b) NEE GUD LUCK
c) THE HESLEYSIDE REEL
[Instrumental]
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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7. |
The Raven [Live]
05:03
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THE RAVEN
You were born a handsome lad
There was never one more bonnie
The apple of your father's eye
His fine and dashing Johnny
Your mother she was proud of you
She swore there was none better
And your father taught you all he knew
For better or for worse
But when they come to lay him down
After his final blessing oh
Will he depart in peace and pride
Or will his shame lay him down low
The clouds hung low and the sleet and snow
Spewed forth like a plague across the earth
The thunder rolled while the north wind moaned
And the lightning witnessed the birth
At six a.m. the bastard was born
And blessed with the warm blood of God
His parents loved and doted upon
And bred the miserable sod
His heart was made like an evil blade
Hard steel with a thirsty lust for blood
His soul dwelt on the dark side of the grave
And his body held no love
Suffering was his bliss and evil got him pissed
And he feasted on the food of human hate
And when darkness came he played the lycanthrope game
When his body and his ego would inflate
He could have been such a dashing blade
With a heart full of goodness and love
But all around the world he's heard it said
That the raven is stronger than the dove
(Gary Miller)
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8. |
Easington [Live]
06:11
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EASINGTON
We prayed for a new day dawning
On a village shrouded in grey
Where people spend their dole lives
Waiting day by day
Waiting oh so patiently
For good luck to come along
But that would be like finding gold
On the streets of Easington
Little bairns with mucky faces
Playing in the colliery streets
Reminds us of our childhood years
Oh they were so sweet
Me and Mary Walker
Were going to be wed
But you lose all hope and love
When all your dreams are dead
But let’s not hang our sorrows
On the gates of misery
We'll get the bairns up laughing
And we'll sing
We'll show there is joy in Easington
From the outer villages
To the beaches by the rocks
The old men who degrade themselves
Stoop to pick the black
For what was once their livelihood
Has laid their land to waste
But there are no inner cities here
Where the slag surrounds the coast
But let’s not drown our sorrows
On the dregs of misery
We'll get the lasses drinking
And we'll sing
We'll show there is joy in Easington
From the broken windows
Of the houses in the night
You can see the pithead pulley wheel
In the lamplight burning bright
But what about the young lad
Who must leave the town where he was born
It never can be easy
When your heart is in that town
But let’s not dwell on sorrow
Nor think of misery
We'll get the old folks dancing
And we'll sing
We'll show there is joy in Easington
(Gary Miller)
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9. |
No Chance [Live]
03:55
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NO CHANCE
Tim Malone took the long road home
As the night was closing in
And the cruel wind struck and wailed in angry moans
With his scarf wrapped tight around his neck
And his cap pulled over his eyes
He fought to keep the cold out of his bones
As he passed by closed down factories
Waste ground and crumbling walls
He recalled the evening's events oh what a story
The cinema's woodbine smells
The patriotic war film as well
And the end to the tune of 'Land of Hope and Glory'
"Cheer up there bonnie lad"
Says the man who knows no cares
"It's no use crying needlessly"
(I'm all right Jack)
"Get up off your backside"
Says the man who knows it all
It’s no use waiting until your boat comes in
(I see no ships round here)
"Because you'll find out son it's never coming in"
At the shipyard on the quayside
He watched the men come out
And the boss said "Are you looking for a job"
He sang "Weel may the keel row"
To the tune of fifty quid
But the boss said "Try some busking with your gob"
(Weel may the keel row that my laddie's in)
He'd sit and curse at four grey walls
And watch his life go slowly by
Waiting for next pay Friday to come
Then he'd sit and sup his beer
Watch people come then disappear
And wonder if their lives were fashioned out of stone
(Gary Miller)
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THE RISING OF THE NORTH
[Instrumental]
(Gary Miller)
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LAND OF THE DINOSAUR
Here amongst the memories
That belong to yesterday
The monolithic metal beasts
No longer rule the waves
The ruins of a greater age
Lie strewn across wasteland
The dinosaurs are now extinct
Their bones rust in the sand
The timbers burned
The wheels have turned
The ships have sailed away
Yet the dinosaurs stand tall and proud
In the graveyard that remains
See the greatness now expired
In the hearts and lives of men
Monuments of men
Monumental men
And their epitaph shall be:
'They walked on water
They parted the waters
Until the seas of power engulfed them'
(Gary Miller)
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12. |
Perfect Time [Live]
04:48
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PERFECT TIME
Now down the row where the icemen grow
There dwelt a caring man
His body seemed cold but his heart was warm
Though he had always felt so alone
And down the way where hearts seem clay
There came a bonnie lass
And it seemed that Heaven opened its arms
And blew away all of the past
They walked together down Timeless Street
Together they were in perfect time
But only time would tell if a perfect tale
Like the ones in fairy tales and dreams
Would be told in perfect time
Now time took on a different role
For it seemed the perfect time
To cast away all past fears
And look towards a brand new life
But life is cruel at imperfect times
And fate is more cruel still
And fate caught up like it always does
And in a short time things turned ill
He walked across the lonely moors
He was in a timeless zone
And the eerie mist cast ghostly shapes
Amongst the trees and stones
He fell into the mystic spell
As he felt for Mary's hand
But it wasn't there it never was
For he had failed to understand
Now he sits alone in a smoke-filled room
And he feels too weak to stand
He sits alone for he is all alone
Clutching his life in his hands
And in the corner the smallpipes play
The hauntingly beautiful 'Sweet Hesleyside'
Then he staggers home where he is all alone
To be haunted forever by the broken dreams
Which the darkness cannot hide
(Gary Miller)
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13. |
Dol-Li-A [Live]
04:38
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DOL-LI-A
It's fresh I come down Sandgate Street
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
My best friends here to meet
Dol-Li-A
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A
Dolly Coxon's pawned her shirt
Dol-li, Dol-Li
To ride upon a baggage cart
Dol-Li-A
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A
The green cuffs have gone away
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will be a crying day
Dol-Li-A
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A
The black cuffs are coming in
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
That will make the lasses sing
Dol-Li-A
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li, Dol-Li
Dol-Li, De-Dillen-Dol
Dol-Li-A
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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WILLIAM'S TALE
This is the town where I was born
It's the town where I live now
There’s many a tale to be told of this place
So I’ll tell one to you now
In Nineteen-O-One I entered the world
The year Victoria died
My mother died delivering me
How my father must have cried and cried
As a young lad of twelve
Just fresh out of school
I spent my first day in the mine
And it seemed like the hell
Of a dark prison cell
But Christ knows I'd committed no crime
The West Stanley Pit Disaster I remember it well
When a hundred and sixty-eight lost their lives
We were little more than slaves then
Growing old before our time
When the Fourteen-Eighteen Great War came
My father was among the first to go
He joined with the Durham Light Infantry
And we were proud of all the medals he won
Pozzieres, Mons and Ypres, Cambrai and the Somme
He fought in all the major campaigns
But when they shipped him back home at the end of it
He wasn't the father that I had once known
In Twenty-Six the General Strike
Saw all the men on the streets
And from Jarrow they marched in Thirty-Six
But all they got was blood on their feet
Half a century on it all happened again
It seems that some things never change
Jarrow cried and now Sunderland’s died
And strikes are still all the rage
When the Second World War came along
In Nineteen-Thirty-Nine
My son got a note from the government
Saying "We need your services son for a while"
Then they sent me a note at the end of it all
Saying "Sir your son did fine
Now he's buried in North Africa
You can visit him from time to time"
Now I sit here at home with my plaque on the wall
It's not much to show for my life
Of fifty-odd years of toil down the mine
It's been a long haul of struggle and strife
And now that the Tories are back in power again
It's driving me bloody insane
And now that the Eighties have become the 'Haties'
There's no future left for the bairns of today
(Gary Miller)
AALL FAALL DOON
There's a rumbling started underground
But it's falling on deaf ears
But who gives a shite what you think about it
We'll only grab ourselves some more beers
And someone said if we close our eyes
It might just go away
But we sang a song for collier lads
And one for the lass down on the quay
But still you never came down the waggon way
And in your town the land of clowns
It's just another day
You are still afraid you run and hide
You won't come out to play
And you've misunderstood everything we've ever said
And every point we've ever tried to make
But if I see you dancing on Mr Armstrong's grave
I'll come and give you a bloody good smack
Just to let you know that you don't know the crack
You stick your head in a hole in the ground
And wait for a time when we'll all fall down
But had away you stupid clown
We'll never go away
And in the land of fantasy
Where you seem to live
The ugly frog will become a handsome prince
But it will be too late then to forgive
And your writer's pen is spilling bad ink
And our mouth doesn't know what it's saying
It's in the place where your arse should be
So kiss yourself goodbye and be on your way
I never want to see you for the rest of my days
There's a rumbling started underground
But it's falling on deaf ears
And if you try to stop it
It will only end in tears
And someone said if we close our eyes
It might just go away
But we sang a song, we've just begun
And then we headed back down the waggon way
The bonnie pit laddie is here to stay
(Gary Miller)
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THE DURHAM LIGHT INFANTRY
When I was just a young lad
I used to mine the land
With a pick across my shoulder
Or a shovel in my hand
But then the bloody war came
And my hero's instincts grew
And the posters in the street said
"Your country needs you"
"Your country needs you"
And I knew then what I must do
So Billy signed up
For a soldier's bloody wage
And Jimmy joined the navy
So that he could rule the waves
And they stood so proud and smart
In their uniforms so new
And the people lined the street with flags
Coloured red white and blue
Coloured red white and blue
And you'll die for your country too
So we're off my boys
Through the hell and the noise
To die for our country
And they'll raise a cross
To remember the loss
Of the Durham Light Infantry
In the muddy fields of Flanders
We fought like men from hell
And the ground itself was ripped apart
Where all my best mates fell
Jacky Cranston got his balls blown off
And a shell took Chorley's leg
And in all that hell and madness
I wished that I was dead
I wished that I was dead
And all the sky was filled with lead
So we buried all our dead
At least those that could be found
As well as bits of bodies
That were scattered all around
And it made me sick with anger
At the things the war had done
But when it was all over
We still kept marching on
We still kept marching on
Though all my mates are dead and gone
Now we'll sing a song of victory
That was paid for with the brave
But we're left only with monuments
And an unknown soldier's grave
And a special day once every year
To remember them to God
And commemorate their bravery
With a poppy the colour of blood
A poppy the colour of blood
We've paid too high a price with all that blood
(Gary Miller)
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16. |
Goblins [Live]
06:46
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GOBLINS
[Instrumental]
(Gary Miller / Glenn Miller)
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17. |
General Taylor [Live]
03:46
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GENERAL TAYLOR
General Taylor gained the day
Walk him along John carry him along
General Taylor gained the day
Carry him to his burying ground
General Taylor died long ago
Walk him along John carry him along
General Taylor died long ago
Carry him to his burying ground
I wish I was General Taylor's son
Walk him along John carry him along
I'd build him a ship of ten thousand ton
Carry him to his burying ground
I'd build him a ship of ten thousand ton
Walk him along John carry him along
I'd fill her all up with New England rum
Carry him to his burying ground
I'd fill her all up with New England rum
Walk him along John carry him along
I'd give a drink to everyone
Carry him to his burying ground
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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SHUT DOON THE WAGGON WORKS
The lights are going out on the edge of Ghost Town
As a coldness penetrates through curtained windows
For the colliery streets shed no warmth light or heat
But our hearts are always warm here in winter
As me and my marrers go to get ourselves a pint
All we get are looks that make us shiver
For the people have changed though the place still looks the same
But the waggons don't run here anymore
Times are hard in this world
When you get put out of work
The people up in power
Have shut down the waggon works
There are jobs up for grabs in other parts I hear
While our village has been scrapped through lack of care
They've decided to scrap jobs in the places they matter most
Though the towers still belch their smoke into the air
(Gary Miller)
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FAREWELL JOHNNY MINER
Johnny Miner you were born
Never to see the rising dawn
Now its time that you were gone
Farewell Johnny Miner
You battled with the sliding scale
With blackened lungs and faces pale
Now your body's up for sale
Farewell Johnny Miner
They promise you the earth sometimes
To get coal from their stinking mines
Now the justice for their crimes
Is farewell Johnny Miner
So farewell John, don't take it hard
Unemployment isn't bad
They'll treat you well in the knackers yard
Farewell Johnny Miner
Farewell Durham, Yorkshire too
Nottingham, the same to you
Scotland, South Wales, say adieu
Farewell Johnny Miner
(Ed Pickford)
THE LADS OF WEAR AND TYNE
Still round the banners we'll stand
In love and truth combine
And children yet unborn shall sing
The Lads of Wear and Tyne
Brave Hepburn and our delegates
Like rays of virtue shine
Their fame shall long be echoed
Round the planks of Wear and Tyne
On Boldon fell a flag shall wave
Like victory's wreaths entwine
That peace shall be the motto still
With lads of Wear and Tyne
We envy not the rich and great
Whose dazzling greatness shine
While we the hardy sons of toil
Can labour in the mine
Our happy wives and children now
All former cares resign
And sing with joyful mirth and glee
The Lads of Wear and Tyne
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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20. |
The Colliery [Live]
03:17
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THE COLLIERY
The pit where I worked was built in Eighteen-Ten
It's claimed the lives of many good men
Like rats in a hole we crawled underground
Digging for coal at the colliery
I had long shifts to put in every day
And I worked like a slave for a poor man's pay
We hated our boss because the bastard worked us hard
For a pittance to keep our families
And the curse of God was on our lives
Though we prayed to Him for better times
We learned to cry and we learned to die
Down at the colliery
I had a wife and six bairns to feed
We paid the price of a rich man's greed
I sweated and toiled in that unholy black hell
Feeding the fires of Britain's industry
And we found no joy in our toil
As our lungs filled with dust and soot and soil
We laughed and cried we prayed and died
Down at the colliery
Both servants and masters shared the land
They abused our humanity they used our bloodied hands
And they would steal our brains to destroy our souls
But we were put on God's earth to go below it for coal
This land was built by men of steel
But the fires are now dying in its industries
The machines have rusted and the pit stands dead
The men lie idle no more prayers are said
(Gary Miller)
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21. |
The Hard Men [Live]
04:19
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THE HARD MEN
In the wild bad lands of England
Where the law is our own
We'll cause such a bloody riot
You'll be trembling in your homes
We'll lie in wait to ambush you
In an alley that's our lair
Whichever town you go to
You will always find us there
We've never tasted whisky
Just lager and red wine
But by Christ we can't half knock 'em back
When it comes to judgement time
We'll take you on at drinking
And if you lose we'll skin your hide
Then you'll say we're the hardest gang in town
And we'll go home drunk with pride
We'll leave our calling card
If you're passing by our way
If you're looking for a fight
We can lick you any day
We'll take you for a drink
Just make sure you can pay
We're the hard men
We know you've worked hard all your life
But we couldn't give a damn
Because we're all just lazy bastards
As I'm sure you'll understand
And don't you be misled
By our deceptive words of grace
Because there's nothing we'd like more
Than to smash a bottle in your face
There's always at least ten of us
Just for company you see
The sticks and stones we carry
Are just our imagery
The long knives in our pockets
Are just for carving meat
But human flesh is favoured
If it's helpless in the street
We're meaner than Clint Eastwood
And we're tougher than John Wayne
We hate you if you're better than us
We're all the fucking same
We're like an evil disease
Spreading through the land
We have the Devil in us
And his will is our command
(Gary Miller)
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THE COAL-DIGGER'S GRAVE
There had just been a big cave-in in the depths of Belly Row
And Jim Greenwood was stretched out on the ground
And those with no guts were smiling at the back
While the strong men had failed to bring him round
The burial party had just reached the top of Dead Man's Hill
It was well past closing time and all the men had drunk their fill
They were starting to shovel the soil over his head
When he jumped up and yelled "Give us whisky!"
The top men are calling for enquires round the town
They've got a lot of face to save
And they've sent out appeals for the men to rally round
"Will someone put a body in the coal-digger's grave?"
Jim Greenwood had survived many pitfalls in his time
The thinkers couldn't think what else to do
"We cannot starve your family and we cannot steal your home
But somehow we're going to get you"
And they sent him off to fight in the war
And the bullets knocked him to the ground
And they said "That's the end of you my son"
But the bugger he came back round
(Gary Miller)
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ISN'T IT GRAND BOYS
Look at the coffin with golden handles
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the mourners bloody great hypocrites
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the flowers all bloody withered
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the preacher bloody sanctimonious
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the widow bloody great female
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
Look at the drunkard bloody great piss-head
Isn't it grand boys to be bloody well dead
Let’s not have a sniffle
Let’s have a bloody good cry
And always remember the longer you live
The sooner you'll bloody well die
(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)
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The Whisky Priests Durham, UK
The Whisky Priests (1985-2002) was founded by twin brothers, Gary & Glenn Miller (“the Joe Strummer and Mick Jones of Folk Music”). The band was internationally renowned for its energetic live shows, released a number of critically acclaimed albums, toured extensively and developed a worldwide cult following. The band reunited to tour in 2018 and release a 12-disc Complete Discography CD Box-set. ... more
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