Little Moscow
John Thorpe
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I was born in a northern mining town At the turn of the century By the time I was twelve Me childhood days were history One cold December day I rose before the dawn And I joined the men on their way to work With me pit boots on Well I walked beside me fatha And I listened to the crack And I watched the wheel at the pit-head turn To bring the night shift back Here I was, a collier lad With me comrades all around We walked with single purpose Destination underground I remember it all clearly now Like watching an old dream Working with the hewers In the cavil on the brockwell seam We depended on each other And the town it had great soul But all the bosses cared about Was the rising price of coal Our hardships and our heartaches Met cold indifference The company owned us, one and all When the piper played we danced But the winds of change were blowing The storm clouds gathering A new day it was dawning And the tide was on the turn Then Kitchener he called us to war In nineteen and fourteen In their patriotic fervour Many rushed to volunteer They marched away to god knows where To the playing of the town brass band To fight for king and country In a distant, foreign land They gave their lives at Passchendale At Verdun and the Somme By the time the war was over The flower of their youth was gone All around the town we heard The sombre church bell chimes And the death march played in Derwent Street At leased two hundred times Then the men who dug the trenches They came back to digging coal And a land that's fit for heroes Or at least that's what they were told Instead came the depression And they lost all they had won Demands were made for profits' sake But to no man we'd bow down So they locked us out and tried to break The spirit of our cause They thought they'd bring us to our knees With their blacklegs and their laws And looking back I still believe When all is said and done We had to fight for what was right For our daughters and our sons They called us Little Moscow And they damned us all to hell The reddest village in England Where precocious Lenin's dwell But we fought against injustice And inequality And the feelings that surrounded us of What must be must be They called us Little Moscow They forgot the sacrifice Of the men who died and the women who cried Themselves to sleep at night They called us Little Moscow They just didn't understand What was in the hearts of the men who fell In the horrors of no-mans' land
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