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I see singers and bands, all over the world sing this with no attribution to the writer. Rita Mac Neil from Big Pond , Cape Breton, Nova Scotia. Watch her sing it with the Men of the the Deeps, retired coal miners.
The best version I have ever heard was by a Welsh fiend whose father was a coal miner. he had thge depth of voice and the power to really stir your emotions. RIP Jim Clifford.
What a shame that the pit have gone I'm welsh can't speak it I know I'm proved to be and my dad god bless him was down the mines and grandad bring bk them bk they best times for the ones who wete underground ❤
When my coal miner died we found a letter from the govt. ordering him back down the pit because they needed coal to make steel to make arms for the army, navy and air force needed to fight the Germans in WW11. 41 years, no wonder they wrote a song.
My Grandfather worked in this shit house so called inderstry at 17. Started by pushing out trolleys of coal. He died in 1954, 50 years old. Many others didn't life long ether. This is one of many reasons why I've been a Socialist since my teens
Im addicted to watching this beautiful man and his voice is amazing. I hope hes still here with us,he has the most beautiful beautiful peaceful peaceful aura around him , im sure he is just as wonderful as my dad big joe lavery was.xx
I as a 16 year old went down on a tour of a coal mime. I was scared, very scared. When we csme up we were sent to shower. 4 times our tour guide sent us back to shower before he gave us towels. Days after I was sneezing coal dust. I heard that song about 40 years ago by snow Australian female folk singer on Irelands Late Late show. She had Uncle Gabo as he was called and the audience in awe at the words as she explained why the song was written. We all remember the school boys trapped in the cave and the international rescue mission as well as the coal miners rescued one by one after 6 weeks trapped under found. The rescuers drilled a small bore hole enough to vent fresh air and deliver food and water. Then another metre diameter hole bored over a few weeks. The miners trapped below must have been in hell for the duration.
Sadly this singer, George Donaldson, died a few years ago. Particularly sad for me as I only recently found this group "Celtic Thunder" who have put together some great songs. My thanks to all miners from underground, I admire you and wonder if I could have done your job. A bit late, now, I am 87. Was lucky enough to enjoy my working life.
My grandfather was killed in a pit when there was a cave in thankfully his neck was broken immediately so at least he didn't suffer so I have a great efinaty with miner's RIP grandad
My grandad and uncles were miners in south wales my dad was a toolmaker, we were on holiday at grad parents in south wales the main shaft had snapped all were out of work my dad fixed it with the help of the fitters. He said to me never go underground. Never did jeff from Wigan
I love this song i have it by rita mcneal and he sings it exactly the same brings to mind my brother in law who was at blidwoth colliery in nottingham uk
My grandfather survived the first world war, came home to a wife and three children [ a fourth died while he was overseas] and when he got work, walked 15 miles to his nearest pit. It sickens me with all this work from home mularkey. some people have no concept of self worth, pride, or graft. His two brothers were also miners. Now they were real man. I salute those who aren't with us any longer and those who can still remember the camerarderie.
I was a working man,all my life I grafted,, we all of my age were brought up to understand if you don’t work and put in, how can you expect to take out? Now it seems the whole damn lot think that they have the right to take out when for many of them, they haven’t worked and don’t want to, I am now over 80 , just lost the love of my life, have broke back, broke hip broke heart and finally broken spirit.. and I no longer understand the strange world I live in.. I cant wait to join my love. Music is my only solace , and then from days long gone.
Couldn’t agree more on your comment on the work from home garbage 🗑️ the most snow flake pile of crap ever, was born in the 70s, and thank Christ i was instilled with a proper work ethic, when men were iron and boats were wooden, sadly due to the modern woke world we live in, all respect and manners are now nothing but history, very sad indeed, my great grandfather, swapped a shift on Christmas Day with a fellow miner, he died on that Christmas day in a Pitt fall ❤
What a driveling non-starter of a thought. What difference does it make if an office worker is remote or in a cubicle, either way you're staring into the same screen with the same neurotic geek of a boss breathing down your neck. Blue collar work that couldn't be done from home never stopped. How greasy to use an honest man's legacy to disparage other people who WORK for a living. Should we forgo all forms of work except for coal mining so your fragile masculinity can be consoled?
I am 4th generation, and last coal miner in our NZ Family to work underground. 1st Gen came from Scotland, and most of my ancestors were also miners. My Kin from small mining communities in Scotia are McEwans, McNeills, & Lees. The mine that we all worked in at some stage was actually started by Old Joe Taylor, an Englishman. The mine changed hands a couple of times, but was later managed by Ray Taylor sn (RiP), and finally by my father Brian James Hawthorn (RiP). I was in touch with his grandson Ray Taylor, until he died of Cancer several years ago (RiP). The Mine ended up being owned By James Baird and Sons, managed by Phil Baird, when it finally closed after a cave in, in 1974. Love this song as only a miner can.
