In the town of Spring Hill, Nova Scotia,
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Down in the heart of the Cumberland Mine,
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There's blood on the coal and miners lie
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In the roads that never saw sun or sky
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Roads that never saw sun or sky.
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Down at the coal face the miner's workin'
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Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade
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Crumble of rock and the walls close round
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Living and the dead men two miles down
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Living and the dead men two miles down
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Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft
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Listen for the drillin' of a rescue team
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Six hundred feet of coal and slag
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Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
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Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam
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Eight days passed and some were rescued
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Leaving the dead to lie alone
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All their lives they dug their graves
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Two miles of earth for a markin' stone
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Two miles of earth for a markin' stone
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In the town of Spring Hill you don't sleep easy
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Often the Earth will tremble and groan
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When the Earth is restless, miners die
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Bone and blood is the price of coal
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Bone and blood is the price of coal
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BALLAD OF SPRING HILL (Spring Hill Disaster)
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Peter, Paul & Mary |