In the town of Springhill Nova Scotia
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Down in the dark of the Cumberland mins
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Theres blood on the cole and he miner lye
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(In the) roads that never saw sun nor sky (x2)
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In the town 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 he price (x2)
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In the town of Springhill nova Scotia
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Late in the year of fifty-eight
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Day still comes and the sun still shines
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(But it's) dark as a grave in the Cumberland mine (x2)
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Down at the cole-face miners working
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Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
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Rumble of rock and the walls close round
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(The) living and the dead me two miles down (x2)
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Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
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Twelve men lay in the dark and sang
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Long hot days in the miners tomb
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(It was) three feet high and a hundred long (x2)
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Three days passed and the lamps gave out
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And Caleb Rushton he upped and says
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There's no more water, light, or bread so
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(So we'll) live on songs and hope instead (x2)
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Listen for the shouts of the barefaced miners
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Listen through the rubble for a fescue team
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Six hundred feet of cole and slag
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Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam (x2)
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Eight Long days and some were rescued
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Leaving the dead to lye alone
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Through all their lives they dug their grave
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Two miles of earth for a marking stone
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Springhill Mining Disaster
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