The Tale Of A Ragged Boy
I was wandering down the old pit road
Where many a ghostly tale was told
When I came across a ragged boy
His coal-black face contained no joy
In his hand, swung a Davy lamp
He said it was in case of firedamp
"A'v lost me way to the pit," he said
"If we've got ne money we cannot buy bread!"
I said, the pit shut long ago
And then I noticed down below
His feet were not upon the ground!
They were merely mist floating around!
The flame in the Davy lamp suddenly grew
Flickering a menacing bluish hue
"I think I'm dead," the ragged boy said
"Me Ma will never get her bread!"
Suddenly, there came a flash of light
And the boy was burning wild & bright!
Some final words escaped his throat
As I tried to douse him with my coat
"Ah just keep tryin' to make it home
But, in the Harvey seam ah lie alone.
Please get me home! Please get me home!"
The chill of his words cut me down to the bone
Then, there was nothing but the autumn breeze
And the red & gold from falling leaves
I stood there for the longest time
His icy fingers chilling my spine
To this day, I still hear his cry
But, I know, down below,
This ragged boy
will forever lie.
There are hundreds of unrecoverable bodies beneath our feet from our mining heritage. Boys & men now lost & forgotten.