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JOCK GRAHAM Kurri Kurri, NSW 1974 written by Jock Graham Tune: Come Fill Up Your Glasses Song Of The Coal MinerI carried my swag through Australia's out-back,And between cane and shearin' I lived on the track; I once shared your coal dust, your danger and fear,' And I haven't met miners for many a year. CHORUS Then fill up your glasses and have what you want, A toast to the miners I'll say: Here's an end to the toll in the miners' Red Roll. . . I'm the man you don't meet every day. Down mines in the bush, in the mountain and hill, Miners cut, bore and blast, and they timber and fill'; They labour and strain and they send coal 'out-bye'', And the Red Roll is waiting for miners to die. We once cavilled pillars in the three-panel west, And we set up our long props as good as the best: She was laggin' a little way back in the gob, And the deputy came and he OK'd the job. The roof it caved in with a thunderous roar, And it crashed on my mate and buried him o'er I left with my sorrow and nothing could sate; But a miner can never forget an old mate. I swear now to work for the miners 'in-bye', Till no danger is left by which miners may die— Oh, perhaps there's amongst us we'll never see more, So, let's drink all our healths with a full bumper more. |