Take your boots and come with me
To the Betteshanger Colliery
Where your life from now will be
Digging for the coal.
Long dark day and darker night
Wandering home by street-light
Thousands of men share our plight
Working for the coal.
Long years ahead in the pit
Remembering the days when you were fit
In the evenings by the coalfire lit
Thinking of the coal.
When your working life in the pit is done
You’ll think back to how it had begun
But then wheezing with breathless lung
Coughing with the coal.
The hearse will take your body away
To the grave where you will lay
And women in whispers then will say
“He died for the coal!”