The Coal Queen and the miner

Sitting down for dinner

Overhead a noise did ring

It’s time to drop everything

 

Down to an air raid shelter

Some blankets for their daughter

Bobby Healey brings some trouble

If our garden is turned to rubble

 

World war miner’s town

No bombs ever came down

Gardens and allotments grew

The picture house was new

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The POWs walked by

Sunday roast made by the church choir

Sunday riders bow their heads

English soldiers stretch their legs

 

The Coal Queen and the miner

Sitting down for dinner

Overhead a noise did ring

It’s time to drop everything