paroles de chanson The Big Hewer - Ewan MacColl , Peggy Seeger

Out of the dirt and darkness, i was born
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Out of the hard black coal face i was torn
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Kicked on the world and the earth split open
Crawled through a crack where the rug was broken
Burrow the hole away in the cold
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In the cradle of coal in the darkness i was laid
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Down in the dirt and darkness i was raised
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Cut me teeth on a 5 foot timber
Held up the roof with me little finger
Started me time away in the mine
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On the day i was born i was 6 foot tall
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And the very next day i learned the way to haul
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On the third day worked at board and piller
Worked on the fourth as a long-wall filler
Getting me steam up, hewing the seam,
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I'm the son of the son of the son of a collier's son,
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Coal dust runs in the veins where the blood should run,
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Five steel ribs and an iron backbone
Teeth that can bite through rock and blackstone
Working me time, away in the mine,
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Three hundred years I hewed at the coal by hand,
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In the pits of Durham and East Northumberland,
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Been gassed and burned and blown asunder
Buried more times than I can number
Getting the coal, away in the hole,
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I've scrabbled and picked at the face where the roof was low,
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Crawled in the seams where only a mole could go,
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In the thin-cut seams I've ripped and redded
Where even the rats are born bow-legged
Winning the coal, away in the hole, go down
I've worked in the Hutton, the Plessey, the Brockwell Seam,
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The Bensham, the Busty, the Beaumont, the Marshall Green,
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I've lain on me back in the old three-quarter
Up to the chin in stinking water
Hewing the coal, away in the hole,
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In the northern pits I've sweated and earned me pay, go down
Toiled in the worn-out drift mines night and day, go down
Where the anthracite is hard and shining
I've tried me hand at the hard-rock mining
I dug a hole away in the coal, go down
Out of the dirt and darkness I was born,
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Out of the hard black coal-face I was torn,
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Lived in the shade of the high pit heap
I'm still down there where the seams are deep
Digging a hole, away in the coal,
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