The Gresford Disaster

​You’ve heard of the Gresford disaster,

The terrible price that was paid;

Two hundred and forty two colliers were lost

And three men of a rescue brigade.

It occurred in the month of September;

At three in the morning that pit

Was wracked by a violent explosion

In the Dennis where dust lay so thick.

The gas in the Dennis deep section

Was packed like snow in a drift,

And many a man had to leave the coal face

Before he had worked out his shift.

A fortnight before the explosion

To the shot-firer,Tomlinson cried:

‘If you fire that shot we’ll all be blown to hell!’

And no one can say that he lied.

The fireman’s reports they are missing,

The records of forty-two days,

The colliery manager had them destroyed

To cover his criminal ways.

Down there in the dark they are lying,

They died for nine shillings a day;

They’ve worked out their shift and it’s now they must lie

In the darkness until Judgement Day.

The Lord Mayor of London’s collecting

To help both the children and wives.

The owners have sent some white lilies

To pay for the colliers’ lives.

Farewell our dear wives and our children,

Farewell our dear comrades as well.

Don’t send your sons in the dark dreary mine

They’ll be damned like the sinners in Hell.



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