From a Durham boy born and bred

We looked up to the pitman’s banner

Now we hear of men so proud

Are acting in a satanic manner.

Not the brave pitmen of the past,

These men are children of the dark

They can take pride in their heathen way

Now looking back, deserved the sack.

Want to dance on the grave

Of a Grantham greengrocer’s child

Be happy and pleased he’s lost his daughter

Cos no looking back at the heinous act

Miners you’ve dragged your reputation

For the slaughter.

China Alexandria, Tudhoe Village