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Thomas Phillips Thompson

"The Pennsylvania Miner" (karaoke)

"The Pennsylvania Miner" (sheet music)


Come, listen, fellow working folk, my story, I'll relate

How workers in the coal mines fare in Pennsylvania State;

Come, hear a sad survivor from beside his children's graves

And learn how free Americans are treated now as slaves.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

For years, we toiled on patiently; they cut our wages down;

We struck; they sent the Pinkertons to drive us from the town;

We held a meeting near the mine; some hasty words were said;

A volley from the Pinkertons laid half a dozen dead.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

I had a little family; the youngest scarce could creep;

Next night the hireling ruffian band aroused us out of sleep;

They battered in our cabin door; we pleaded all in vain;

They turned my wife and children out to perish in the rain.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

They died of cold and famine there beneath the open sky,

While pitying neighbors stood around, but all as poor as I;

You never saw such misery; God grant you never may;

The sight is branded on my soul until my dying day.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

Half-crazed I wandered 'round the spot, and just beyond the town,

I met a dastard Pinkerton and struck the villain down;

My brain was frenzied with the thought of children, friends, and wife;

I set my heel upon his throat and trampled out his life.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

And now I roam an outlawed man; no house or friends have I;

For if the law can track me down, I shall be doomed to die;

But very little should I care what may become of me

If all the land would rise and swear such things no more shall be.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.

 

They robbed us of our pay; they starved us day by day;

They shot us down on the hillside brown and swore our lives away.


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