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Fatalities

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Once more Bad News we hear, of Sons and Husbands dear
Struck down while in the midst of Honest Toil ;
How little do we know the dangers they go through,
Who earn their daily bread beneath the Soil.
At the Busty Pit we are told, eight hearts so true and bold,
Have met with a sad and sudden death.
By shaft crash deadly blow, they, alas, have been laid low,
And in Pain and Darkness drawn their latest breath.

Around the Consett district now many hearts are filled with woe,
For the loved ones who died a death of Pain ;
Wives and Mothers in despair can but offer up a prayer,
For the loving souls they’ll hope to meet again

‘Twas on a Saturday Morn, when to work they had just gone,
And hearty as the ones that work in light.
When soon there was a crash, something happened to the shaft,
And eight lives were sent hurling to the ground.
So well the noise did tell to all what had befell ;
Those poor colliers who were just going down below,
Soon willing hearts were found to venture underground,
If to return alive they did not know.

Wives and Mothers had to wait, to hear their loved one’s fate,
Shivering on that Cold Damp Early Morn,
Still in hopes they’d be alright till the sad news was brought to light,
When hope at last within their bosoms died.
Now may feeling hearts be found, and some Provision made
For those who are in deep distress now left.
‘Tis no fault of their own there in sorrow and alone,

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