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