EIGHTEEN INCHES
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18 inches is what you've got, From the bottom to the top,
Crawl along - forever kneeling,
Hard hat knocks against the ceiling,
Keep on going between the props
There's coal to dig - no time to stop
Mostly dusty - sometimes damp,
You see it all by miners lamp
Digging deep below the soil,
A miners life - his daily toil,
Working hard for the ones he loves,
Wife and bairns are high above,
Below the ground you're like a mole,
Searching for that seam of coal!

 

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