You've heard of the great disaster

Where a terrible price was paid.

One hundred and forty colliers lost, and 

twenty only saved.

Down in the ground they`re lying

With a dirt so thick inside.


There were many lost in the dark and 

dust

When the colliers called out

"Hold your fire!"


The gas in the old deep section

Packed like a wintery drift.

And many a man had a blackened face 

before he'd finished his shift.

The manager had been told 

"Don`t fire that shot, we'll die!"


There were many lost in the dark and 

dust

When the colliers called out

"Hold your fire!"


The firemen report their missing,

Some say forty days.

The manager he ignored them to cover 

his criminal ways.

Now down in the dark they're lying

With a dirt so thick inside.


There were many lost in the dark and 

dust

When the colliers called out

"Hold your fire!"


The family sent white lillies,

And paid for their Sunday best,

And the manager found, well all comes 

down

The colliers had their rest.

We`ll go one more time unto the mine

To hear those colliers cry!

 

There were many lost in the dark and 

dust

When the colliers called out

"Hold your fire!"