The Village
Born in a land, rich in black gold
Where the Rocket first ran to town
And Bobby Shaftoe went to sea
To watch the boat come in
Family came first, every last one
Then your street stood firm
Then your village mattered
Though clothes maybe torn and tattered
The pitface like a trench, united all
Once the Red Flag came
The Union did the same
Raising living standards twenty fold
Capitol then declared, the Flag it must not wave
Traitors ! Send them to a traitors grave
Then same the Kaiser War
With European flames
The traitors took the shilling
For the King they did the killing
Decimating the villages and homes
It's a long way to Tipperary....
The weary lads returned
But were robbed of youth they yearned
A legion of comrades they did form
Churchill saw a red flag wave
And declared the British Legion
A revolutionary cohesion
Should be banned forever, ever more
So Geordie , with my blessings, burn them down!
By Public Subscription, monuments were made
Honouring the fallen, name by name
The war to end all wars left too much pain
But as twenty years did pass
Once again Lads left ‘work lass’
Sacrificial working classes once again
After striking ‘84, there was worse in store
The Life of the communities now gone
Closing pits down by the day
No replacements came their way
Only memories of bygone Gala days
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