Pound a Week Rise

Come on all you colliers who work down the mine
 From Scotland to South Wales from Teesdale to Tyne
 I'll sing you a song of the pound a week rise
 And the men who were fooled by the government's lies
 In 19 and 60 a few years ago
 The mineworkers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go
 Saying "We work very hard, every day we risk our lives
 And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise"
 And it's down you go
 Down below, Jack
 Where you never see the skies
 And you're working in a dungeon
 For your pound a week rise
 Well up spoke Lord Robbins and he made this decree
 "When the out-put rises, then with you I will agree
 I'll raise up all your wages, and give you fair pay
 For I was once a miner and I worked hard in my day"
 And it's down you go
 Down below, Jack
 Where you never see the skies
 And you're working in a dungeon
 For your pound a week rise
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 The miners they went home, they worked hard and well
 Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell
 The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more
 And when two years had passed and gone it rose above a score
 The miners they went home, to get their hard-earned prize
 They went to ask Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise
 Robbins wouldn't give a pound he wouldn't give ten bob
 He gave them seven and six and said "Now get back to your jobs!"
 And it's down you go
 Down below, Jack
 Where you never see the skies
 And you're working in a dungeon
 For your pound a week rise
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 So come on all you colliers, take heed to what I say
 Don't believe Lord Robbins when he said he'll give fair pay
 He'll tell you to work hard and make the output rise
 You'll get pie in the sky instead of a one pound rise
 And it's down you go
 Down below, Jack
 Where you never see the skies
 And you're working in a dungeon
 For your pound a week rise
 It's down you go
 Down below, Jack
 Where you never see the skies
 And you're working in a dungeon
 For your pound a week rise