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5.15 a.m. |
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Snow laying all around |
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A collier cycles home |
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From his night shift underground |
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Past the silent pub |
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Primary school, working mens club |
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On the road from the pit head |
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The churchyard packed with mining dead |
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Then beneath the bridge |
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He comes to a giant car |
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A shroud of snow upon the roof |
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A mark ten jaguar |
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He thought the man was fast asleep |
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Silent, still and deep |
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Both dead and cold |
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But shot through with bullet holes |
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The one armed bandit man |
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Came north to fill his boots |
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Came up from cockneyland |
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E-type jags and flashy suits |
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Put your money in |
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Pull the levers, watch them spin |
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Cash cows in all the pubs |
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But he preferred the new nightclubs |
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Nineteen sixty-seven |
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Bandit men in birdcage heaven |
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La dolce vita, sixty-nine |
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All new to people of the tyne |
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Who knows who did what |
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Somebody made a call |
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They said his hands were in the pot |
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That he'd been skimming hauls |
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He picks up the swag |
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They gaily gave away |
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Drives his giant jag |
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Off to his big pay day |
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The bandit man |
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Came north to fill his boots |
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Came up from cockneyland |
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E-type jags and flashy suits |
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The bandit man |
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Came up the great north road |
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Up to Geordieland |
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To mine the mother lode |
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Seams blew up or cracked |
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Black diamonds came hard won |
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Generations toiled and hacked |
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For a pittance and black lung |
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Crushed by tub or stone |
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Together and alone |
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How the young and old |
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Paid the price of coal |
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Eighteen sixty-seven |
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My angel's gone to heaven |
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He'll be happy there |
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Sunlight and sweet clean air |
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They gather 'round the glass |
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Tough hewers and crutters |
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Child trappers and putters |
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The little foals and half-marrows |
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Who pushed and pulled the barrows |
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The hod boys |
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And the rolleywaymen |
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5.15 a.m |