Like sentinels of days gone by
They're silhouettes against the sky
A headstone for those still below
A monument we proudly show
Of times when our tin was the very best
when quality counted not paying less
When the work was hard and the day was long
And the mines were filled by the miners song
Their hymns tell tales of life in the deeps
where darkness surrounds and dampness creeps
where disaster can be just a minute away
and you thanked the lord for every day
For generations all our menfolk
proudly joined the line
never once imagining
that we'd outlast the mine