From the recording Taproom

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In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia
Down in the dark of Cumberland Mine
There’s blood on the coal and the miners lie
In the roads that never saw sun nor sky. (x2)

In the town of Springhill, you don’t sleep easy
Often the earth will tremble and roll
When the earth is restless, miners die
Bone and blood is the price of coal. (x2)

Down at the coal face, the miners working
Rattle of the belt and the cutter’s blade
Rumble of rock and the walls close round
Living and the dead men two miles down. (x2)

Listen for the shouts of the barefaced miners
Listen thru the rubble for a rescue team
Six hundred feet of coal and slag
Hope imprisoned in a three foot seam. (x2)

Eight days passed and some were rescued
Leaving the dead to lie alone
All their lives they dug their grave
Two miles of earth for a marking stone. (x2)