Timmy-boy was 6 years old, grazed knees and a beauty shiner
more than keen coz his dad told him he had a space
so proud Timbo was, his dad was the bestest miner
maybe when he was 7 he could work with Dad at the face
cold hard sirens competed with the crows that day
it was the scariest day Timbo ever know’d
his big brother Benny was a funny colour grey
even worse than when the HQ got towed
Benny was big and looked after Timbo ya see
Benny and his dad worked on different shifts
coz angels took he’s mum when he was wee
so Benny and Dad were Timbo’s bestest gift
Other big fellas were at the hall and Benny, he was yellin
arms were wavin, men were all black and covered in grit
lots of red faces and really bad words were there for the tellin
and that’s when Benny telled Timbo, Dad’s still in the pit.
Union men and rescue blokes patted Timbo on the head
they all looked really sad and said they really tried
Jeepers Simpson, dad’s big boss, his eyes were shiny red
as he lent down to tell Timbo he was sorry his dad had died
Big people went back to eatin sandwiches and left Timbo sittin there
he’d never run the bolter or walk the longwall with his Dad
they didn’t care about his tears and to him it wasn’t fair
because it seemed to him that no one knew
he was all that Timbo had
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