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5.15 a.m. <br />snow laying all around <br />a collier cycles home<br />from his night shift underground<br />past the silent pub<br />primary school, workingmens club <br />on the road from the pithead <br />the churchyard packed <br />with mining dead<br /><br />then beneath the bridge <br />he comes to a giant car <br />a shroud of snow upon the roof<br />a mark ten jaguar<br />he thought the man was fast asleep<br />silent, still and deep<br />both dead and cold<br />shot through <br />with bullet holes<br /><br />the one armed bandit man<br />came north to fill his boots<br />came up from cockneyland <br />e-type jags and flashy suits<br />put your money in <br />pull the levers<br />watch them spin<br />cash cows in all the pubs<br />but he preferred the new nightclubs<br /><br />nineteen sixty-seven<br />bandit men in birdcage heaven <br />la dolce vita, sixty-nine<br />all new to people of the tyne<br /><br />who knows who did what <br />somebody made a call<br />they said his hands <br />were in the pot<br />that he?d been skimming hauls<br />he picks up the swag<br />they gaily gave away<br />drives his giant jag <br />off to his big pay day<br /><br />the bandit man<br />came north to fill his boots<br />came up from cockneyland <br />e-type jags and flashy suits<br />the bandit man<br />came up the great north road<br />up to geordieland<br />to mine <br />the mother lode<br /><br />seams blew up or cracked<br />black diamonds came hard won<br />generations toiled and hacked <br />for a pittance and black lung<br />crushed by tub or stone<br />together <br />and alone<br />how the young and old <br />paid the price of coal<br /><br />eighteen sixty-seven<br />my angel?s gone to heaven<br />he?ll be happy there<br />sunlight and sweet clean air<br /><br />they gather round the glass <br />tough hewers and crutters<br />child trappers and putters<br />the little foals and half-marrows<br />who pushed <br />and pulled the barrows<br />the hod boys <br />and the rolleywaymen <br />5.15 a.m.

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5.15 a.m. <br />snow laying all around <br />a collier cycles home<br />from his night shift underground<br />past the silent pub<br />primary school, workingmens club <br />on the road from the pithead <br />the churchyard packed <br />with mining dead<br /><br />then beneath the bridge <br />he comes to a giant car <br />a shroud of snow upon the roof<br />a mark ten jaguar<br />he thought the man was fast asleep<br />silent, still and deep<br />both dead and cold<br />shot through <br />with bullet holes<br /><br />the one armed bandit man<br />came north to fill his boots<br />came up from cockneyland <br />e-type jags and flashy suits<br />put your money in <br />pull the levers<br />watch them spin<br />cash cows in all the pubs<br />but he preferred the new nightclubs<br /><br />nineteen sixty-seven<br />bandit men in birdcage heaven <br />la dolce vita, sixty-nine<br />all new to people of the tyne<br /><br />who knows who did what <br />somebody made a call<br />they said his hands <br />were in the pot<br />that he?d been skimming hauls<br />he picks up the swag<br />they gaily gave away<br />drives his giant jag <br />off to his big pay day<br /><br />the bandit man<br />came north to fill his boots<br />came up from cockneyland <br />e-type jags and flashy suits<br />the bandit man<br />came up the great north road<br />up to geordieland<br />to mine <br />the mother lode<br /><br />seams blew up or cracked<br />black diamonds came hard won<br />generations toiled and hacked <br />for a pittance and black lung<br />crushed by tub or stone<br />together <br />and alone<br />how the young and old <br />paid the price of coal<br /><br />eighteen sixty-seven<br />my angel?s gone to heaven<br />he?ll be happy there<br />sunlight and sweet clean air<br /><br />they gather round the glass <br />tough hewers and crutters<br />child trappers and putters<br />the little foals and half-marrows<br />who pushed <br />and pulled the barrows<br />the hod boys <br />and the rolleywaymen <br />5.15 a.m.