Seven Nations
The Pound A Week Rise

Come all you colliers
Who work down the mine
From Scotland to South Wales
From Teesdale to Tyne
I'll sing you a story about the pound a week rise
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies

(Chorus:)
And It's down you go,
Down below, Jack
Where you never see the skies
And you're workin' in a dungeon
For your pound a week rise.

In 19 and 60, a few years ago
The mine workers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go
Sayin' We work very hard, everyday we risk our lives.
And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise.

(Chorus)

Well, up spoke Lord Robbins
And he made this decree
he said, "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree-
I'll raise up all your wages, and give to you fair pay,
For I was once a miner and I worked hard in my day."

(Chorus)

The miners they went home, they worked hard and well
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell.
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen per cent and more,
And when two years had passed and gone, it rose above a score.

(Chorus)

The miners they went, to get their hard-earned prize
They asked Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise
Robbins wouldn't give a pound,
He wouldn't give ten bob,
He gave 'em seven and six and said,
"Now, get back to your jobs!"

(Chorus)

So, come all you colliers,
Take heed what I say
Don't believe Lord Robbins when he says he'll give fair pay
He'll tell you to work hard,
And make the out-put rise
But you'll get pie in the sky
Instead of a pound a week rise.

(Chorus)


Mirror lyrics:

(Chorus)

Instead of a pound a week rise.
But you'll get pie in the sky
And make the out-put rise
He'll tell you to work hard,
Don't believe Lord Robbins when he says he'll give fair pay
Take heed what I say
So, come all you colliers,

(Chorus)

"Now, get back to your jobs!"
He gave 'em seven and six and said,
He wouldn't give ten bob,
Robbins wouldn't give a pound,
They asked Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise
The miners they went, to get their hard-earned prize

(Chorus)

And when two years had passed and gone, it rose above a score.
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen per cent and more,
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of hell.
The miners they went home, they worked hard and well

(Chorus)

For I was once a miner and I worked hard in my day."
I'll raise up all your wages, and give to you fair pay,
he said, "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree-
And he made this decree
Well, up spoke Lord Robbins

(Chorus)

And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise.
Sayin' We work very hard, everyday we risk our lives.
The mine workers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go
In 19 and 60, a few years ago

For your pound a week rise.
And you're workin' in a dungeon
Where you never see the skies
Down below, Jack
And It's down you go,
(Chorus:)

And the men who were fooled by the government's lies
I'll sing you a story about the pound a week rise
From Teesdale to Tyne
From Scotland to South Wales
Who work down the mine
Come all you colliers


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