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The Pound a Rise
(E. Pickford)

all you colliers who work down the mine
From Scotland to Wales from Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you a song about the pound a week
And the men who were fooled by the government's

And down you go
Down below,
Where you never see the
And you're in a dungeon
For your pound a rise

In 19 and 60 a few ago
The mineworkers' to Lord Robbins did go
Sayin' "We work hard, every day we risk our lives,
And we ask you here and now for a a week rise."

Well up Lord Robbins and he made this decree
He "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree
I'll up all your wages, I'll give to you fair pay
For I once a miner and I hard in my day"

The miners they went home, they hard and well
lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and
And when two years had passed and gone it rose about a

The they went, to get their hard earned prize
They asked Lord Robbins for their a week rise
wouldn't give a pound he wouldn't give ten bob
He 'em seven and six and saing "Now get back to your jobs!"

So come all you colliers, take heed I say
Don't believe Lord when he says he'll give fair pay
He'll tell you to work hard and make the out- put
But get pie in the sky instead of a pound a week rise