You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
They dig for the coal for the most of their lives,
Away from their children, away from their wives,
To make others rich in the heat and the dark,
Who's going to care when they're too old to work ?
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
There's many a miner who's died underground,
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down,
Trapped in the dark underneath the great beams,
Choked out his life in the gas-filled coal seams.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
I'll work in your factory, I'll work on your farm,
Dig roads till the muscles stand out on my arm.
I fought in your army, I've been out to sea,
But, by Christ, you won't make a coalminer of me.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
They dig for the coal for the most of their lives,
Away from their children, away from their wives,
To make others rich in the heat and the dark,
Who's going to care when they're too old to work ?
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
There's many a miner who's died underground,
Died all alone when the roof tumbled down,
Trapped in the dark underneath the great beams,
Choked out his life in the gas-filled coal seams.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
I'll work in your factory, I'll work on your farm,
Dig roads till the muscles stand out on my arm.
I fought in your army, I've been out to sea,
But, by Christ, you won't make a coalminer of me.
You won't get me down underground in your mine
Away from the trees and the flowers so fine,
Down in the dark where the sun never shines,
You won't get me down in your mine.
Contributed by Alessandro - 2010/4/21 - 11:36
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Album "We Travel The Road"
“I was reading about the dreadful mining disaster in Lengede, north Germany and said to Shirley [Colin Wilkie’s wife]: "You wouldn't get me down in a mine." Although I've changed the setting to a coalmine, it conveys my feelings to any kind of underground work”.
(from Colin Wilkie’s Songbook)
A Lengede, in Bassa Sassonia, nel 1963 una miniera fu allagata dall’acqua proveniente da lacuni laghi artificiali che la sovrastavano (!!!). 130 minatori rimasero intrappolati. 29 di loro morirono. Quando, dopo alcune settimane, le gallerie furono rimesse in sicurezza e si poterono raggiungere i corpi, i soccorritori scoprirono che quegli uomini, nel tentativo di aprirsi una via di salvezza, avevano scavato per 14 giorni prima di soccombere… Un corpo non fu mai neppure trovato.