5.15 A.M.
5.15 A.M
Snow laying all aroun
A collier cycles home
From his night shift underground
Past the silent pub
Primary school, workingmens clu
On the road from the pithea
The churchyard packe
With mining dead
Then beneath the bridg
He comes to a giant ca
A shroud of snow upon the roof
A mark ten jaguar
He thought the man was fast asleep
Silent, still and deep
Both dead and cold
Shot throug
With bullet holes
The one armed bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneylan
E-type jags and flashy suits
Put your money i
Pull the levers
Watch them spin
Cash cows in all the pubs
But he preferred the new nightclubs
Nineteen sixty-seven
Bandit men in birdcage heave
La dolce vita, sixty-nine
All new to people of the tyne
Who knows who did wha
Somebody made a call
They said his hand
Were in the pot
That he'd been skimming hauls
He picks up the swag
They gaily gave away
Drives his giant ja
Off to his big pay day
The bandit man
Came north to fill his boots
Came up from cockneylan
E-type jags and flashy suits
The bandit man
Came up the great north road
Up to geordieland
To min
The mother lode
Seams blew up or cracked
Black diamonds came hard won
Generations toiled and hacke
For a pittance and black lung
Crushed by tub or stone
Togethe
And alone
How the young and ol
Paid the price of coal
Eighteen sixty-seven
My angel's gone to heaven
He'll be happy there
Sunlight and sweet clean air
They gather round the glas
Tough hewers and crutters
Child trappers and putters
The little foals and half-marrows
Who pushe
And pulled the barrows
The hod boy
And the rolleywayme
5.15 A.M.
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