Testo Black miner Inchtabokatables

Black miner

In the year of '98
The Julian mine became our grave
Forty of us couldn' t come upstairs
Of the dirty black leg miners

Forty wives and children were
Left alone in these hard years
We tried to help them how we could
We' re dirty black leg miners

Two months later came to us
Bob McLean to tell 'bout the trust
Told us we should fight for the rights
Of the dirty black leg miners

It was the first time when we' ve heard
How to found a union here
Next day we began the strike
For the dirty black leg miners

We were striking 14 weeks
Before police with guns showed up
112 were killed by themOf the dirty black leg miners

They were hanging Bob McLean
And we started work again
This strike was down but we are strong
We' re dirty black leg miners

In the year of '98
The mining trust became our fate
The weight of work now brakes the backs
Of the dirty black leg miners

In the future hopefully
Our children all will tell the tale
How Bob McLean laid down his life
For the dirty black leg miners