| In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,
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| Down in the dark of the Cumberland Mine,
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| There’s blood on the coal,
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| And the miners lie,
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| In roads that never saw sun or sky,
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| Roads that never saw sun or sky
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| In the town of Springhill you don’t sleep easy,
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| Often the earth will tremble and roll,
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| When the earth is restless miners die,
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| Bone and blood is the price of coal,
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| Bone and blood is the price of coal.
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| In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,
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| Late in the year of '58,
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| The day still comes and the sun still shines,
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| But it’s dark as the grave in the Cumberland mine,
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| Dark as the grave in the Cumberland Mine.
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| Three days past when the lamps gave out,
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| And Kaela Brushton got up and said,
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| «We've no more water or light or bread,
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| So we’ll live on songs and hope instead,
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| Live on songs and hope instead.»
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| Listen for the shouts of the black face miners,
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| Listen through the rubble for the rescue teams,
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| Three hundred tonnes of coal and slag,
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| Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam,
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| Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam.
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| Twelve days past and some were rescued,
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| Leaving the dead to lie alone,
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| Through all their live they dug a grave,
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| Two miles of earth is a marking stone,
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| Two miles of earth is a marking stone |