The old pitmen dug their last

Almost a hundred years had passed

Eyes blinking at the sun

Their time below now done 

And so began the great decline

No promised roses nor fine wine

Villages slept into decay

Along with hopes of brighter days

Boarded windows, children bored

Food & clothes to ill afford 

Softly, softly, catchee monkey

But the monkey's old & so so hungry

Maggie hit the final nail

Blackened faces forever pale 

Veins of seams still run below

Crumbling arteries of long ago

The lies of Governments come free & easy

As the masses chant: Why don't you see me?