Gresford Disaster

You've heard of the gresford disaster

Of the terrible price that was paid

Two hundred and fourty-two colliers were lost

And three men of the rescue brigade

It occurred in the month of September

At three in the morning the pit

It was racked by a violent explosion

In the Dennis where gas lay so thick

Now the gas in the Dennis deep section

Was packed there like snow in a drift

And many a man had to leave the coal-face

Before he had worked out his shift

And a fortnight before the explosion

To the shot firer tomlinson cried

If you fire that shot we'll be all blown to hell

And no body can say that he lied

And the lord mayor of London's collecting

To help out the children and wives

The owners have sent some lilies

To pay for the poor colliers' lives

Down there in the dark they are lying

They died for nine shillings the day

And they worked out their shift and now they must lie

In the darkness until judgment day

Farewell all our dear wives and our comrades

Farewell all our children as well

And don't send your sons down the dark dreary mine

They'll be doomed like the sinners in hell