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It's up in the morning and out afore dawn
Wi' your moleskin breeks and your pit boots on
And the sleep in your eyes from the night just gone
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

It's out in the frost and up through the toon
Wi' your breath like smoke in the morning gloom
And you meet wi' your mates at the pit-head soon
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

Ye hae your last drag o' the day at the gate
Then it's into the cage you crowd wi' your mates
Then you drop like a stone to the dark and the heat
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

At first the road's good and you get a move on
But nearer the face the seam narrows down
And you're scabbing your back on the roof e'er long
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

Whether you're hewing or filling the tub
Or putting the trams backs along to the road
It's a hellish hard way to work for your grub
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

There's dust in your eyes and your nose and your hair
And you're sweating and striving and straining for air
You've got corns on your hands and your knees rubbed bare
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

Now it's time for your bate, so you eat it and then
There's time for a few minutes crack wi' the men
Then you're back on the job and you're sweating again
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

When you think that you've worked all the hours God sends
And you fear that you're likely to go round the bend
Then it's time to come up and breathe fresh air again
He's a fine lad, a canny lad, the miner

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