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JACK MAYS and JIM CHAMPION Recorded Lithgow, 1973 Tune: Balaclava The Eldorado Mining DisasterWith sorrow we remember, the middle of July,When those six noble miners were all destined to die. Hemmed in beneath the surface, no power on earth could save, For no one could approach them, down in their living grave. Chorus: Oh, 'tis a touching story; the loss we all bewail; Extremely sad to hear it, this true pathetic tale, How those poor fellows perished on that eventful day, We mourn in sorrow for them all, now silent in the clay. Poor Kneebone suffered dreadful, crushed up against the wall (Beyond all recognition) - the saddest fate of all Oh God, he must have struggled, for freedom, all in vain! But death soon lent a kindly hand, relieving all his pain. Oh, how they must have suffered, locked in that dismal tomb; All huddled close together, they met their fearful doom. Just contemplate their feelings, all raving in despair, As they were slowly dying for want of food and air. Their thoughts of home and mother, their friends so true and kind, Their wives and little children, whom they would leave behind. Their last words were in prayer, all praising God above, As each one wrote upon his can a message full of love. Repeat chorus: Poor Dawkins died a hero, a brave courageous man; Just listen to the touching words he wrote upon his can: God help my little children, and keep them from all strife; And God be kind to Lizzie, my fond and loving wife. What money I have in my box, please go to it and take, And kiss my little ones for me, their own dear father's sake. Give love to my poor mother, and tell her not to cry; And write and tell that dear old soul the cruel death I die. Chorus |