The Senghenydd Explosion (M.Brooks) A true story, of course, about the biggest loss of life in any mining disaster in Britain.
On the fourteenth day of October In the year 1913 At the Lancaster pit Senghenydd Hundreds worked the black seam Harry Wedlock was starting his first day at work A young lad just fourteen years old He heard a sound from under the ground And the blood in his body ran cold
A mighty explosion deep in the mine Spat the pit-cage out into the air Young Harry started to cry Confused, frightened and scared One of the miners stopped him from crying Told him to be brave and be strong He said be tonight it'll all be alright He couldn't have been more wrong
CHORUS Say four hundred and thirty nine prayers for the dead Or there won't be enough to go round For fathers and brothers and husbands and sons Claimed by the cold dark ground
A terrible fire swept through the mine Spreading fear and panick and death If fire underground doesn't burn you It may still steal your last breath The desperate one the families and friends Prayed their husbands and sons and dads weren't amoung The four hundred and thirty nine dead
Forty five died from Commercial Street From High Street thirty five Mrs Benjamin Preist lost her husband She's had two sons, nethier survived Mrs Twinings' three were amoung the young men Killed that day at the black seam Sixty all told less than twenty years old Eight of them only fourteen
(c) 2001 Katt Pie Records
This song is featured on the albums:- Celtic Bonding & Live In Tatihou