Paroles de Remembrance Day
There is a pithead far away without its winding gearAnd there they crucified the pits
And all the jobs round here
So dearly, dearly we need jobs to earn our daily bread
The right to work is all we crave
To keep our families fed
There is a green hill not far away that used to be a pit
But now it's just a grassy bank
Where picnic parties sit
And deep beneath their quiche lorraine the ghosts of miners sing
The politics of selfish gain
Has ruined everything
But now it's just a grassy bank
Where picnic parties sit
And deep beneath their quiche lorraine the ghosts of miners sing
The politics of selfish gain
Has ruined everything
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