Coal Not Dole
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It stands so proud, the wheels so still.
A ghost-like figure on the hill.
It seems so strange, there is no sound,
Now there are no men underground.
What will become of this pit-yard,
Where men once trampled, faces hard,
So tired and weary, their shift done
Never having seen the sun!
Will it become a sacred ground,
Foreign tourists gazing round,
Asking if men once worked here,
Way beneath this pit-head gear.
Empty trucks once filled with coal,
Lined up like men on the dole.
Will they e'er be used again,
Or left for scrap just like the men?
There'll always be a happy hour
For those with money, jobs and power.
They'll never realise the hurt
They cause to those they treat like dirt.
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Kaye Sutcliffe
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This song was written during the 1984-1985 UK Miner's Strike
and appeared on the record "Which Side Are You on" produced by
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Which Side Records
23 Brighton Grove
Newcastle
NE4 5NS
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