Don't go deawn the pit lad

It's full o' muck an' dirt

Tha' meight end up wi' pneumo

Tha' meight get kilt or 'urt.

 

Nay, get a job on top lad

Breathin' in't fresh air

Not aw that artificial stuff

We 'ave to breathe deawn there.

 

God has gin thee sunshine

Gin thee fields o' green

Not crawlin' reawnd int' black

He meant fer thee be clean.

 

Some say minings in thi blood

It's in thi eart'n soul

That's a load o' rubbish

Lest thar a worm or mole.

 

Tha' only 'as one life lad

A life that's made to live

Not spending 'alf i' darkness

That's far too much to give.

 

If God 'ad wanted us to mine

To 'ave the country's coal

He'd 'ave left it on the surface

Not 'alf a mile deawn hole.

 

I know that tha'll not harken

To what I 'ave to say

I met as well jus' shut mi gob

Sit deawn an' sup mi tay.