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Pound A Week Rise - Seth Staton Watkins
Composed by：Ed Pickford
Oh come all you colliers who work down the mine
From Scotland to south wales from Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies
In 19 and 60 a few years ago
The mineworkers' leaders to Lord Robens did go
Sayin' we work very hard
Every day we risk our lives
And we ask you here
And now for a pound a week rise
And it's down you go
Down below Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
Well up spoke Lord Robens and he made this decree
When the out-put rises then with you I'll agree
I'll raise up all your wages I'll give to you fair pay
For I once once a miner and I worked hard in my day
And it's down you go
Down below Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
The miners they went home
They worked hard and well
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell
The out-put rose by fifteen
Eighteen percent and more
And when two years had passed
And gone it rose about a score
The miners they went
To get their hard earned prize
They went to ask Lord Robens
For their pound a week rise
Robens wouldn't give a pound
He wouldn't give ten bob
He gave 'em seven and six and saing
Now get back to your jobs
And it's down you go
Down below Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
So come all you colliers take heed what I say
Don't believe Lord Robens when he says he'll give fair pay
He'll tell you to work hard
And make the out put rise
But you'll get pie in the sky
Instead of a pound a week rise
And it's down you go
Down below Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
And it's down you go
Down below Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise
