Miners of the Somme
Spade after spade we're the miners of the Somme
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
I volunteered in 1915
A green eyed boy for the kings infantry
I guess I got lucky when the line routed south
And the stretchers went in
And no one came out
My last employ was a printer in Leeds
Putting newspapers through the Cartrell rotary
When war broke out I traded my ink
For a rifle and cap and dug underneath
Spade after spade we're the miners of the Somme
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
I'm not the same since the counter attack
Guarding my post at the mouth of the black
I feel such sorrow while the lads break their backs
Pulling up stone
And putting mines on the track
When Hawthorne goes up I know they'll hear back home
And I'm afraid
To ask forgiveness
My name is William
My name is Franz
I'm every young boy with the earth on his hands
The man I oppose and I might be good friends
If the shelling could stop
And the digging could end
Spade after spade we're the miners of the Somme
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
I volunteered in 1915
A green eyed boy for the kings infantry
I guess I got lucky when the line routed south
And the stretchers went in
And no one came out
My last employ was a printer in Leeds
Putting newspapers through the Cartrell rotary
When war broke out I traded my ink
For a rifle and cap and dug underneath
Spade after spade we're the miners of the Somme
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
I'm not the same since the counter attack
Guarding my post at the mouth of the black
I feel such sorrow while the lads break their backs
Pulling up stone
And putting mines on the track
When Hawthorne goes up I know they'll hear back home
And I'm afraid
To ask forgiveness
My name is William
My name is Franz
I'm every young boy with the earth on his hands
The man I oppose and I might be good friends
If the shelling could stop
And the digging could end
Spade after spade we're the miners of the Somme
We dig in our tunnels till the daylight is gone
One by one till the digging gets done
Spade after spade
Bomb after bomb
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