“Compromise, compromise, that’s the way for you to rise.”
“Theer, look at that – that’s wrong!
What’s wrong? The houses are fit to live in aren’t they?
They’re not condemned are they?
The kids look happy enough?
– Aye, but they SHOULDN’T be! But they SHOULDN’T be!”
“You get 16 tons, and whatd’ya get?
Another day older and deeper in debt
St Peter don’t call me cos I can’t go –
I owe my soul to the company store.
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.”
For these are my mountains, and this is my glen.
The place of my childhood will know me again.
Ah, the sun’ll never set as it hasn’t yet as long as we tug our forelocks.
“The kids look happy enough.
– Aye, but they SHOULDN’T be!”