Boots & Laces All you lad's and lasses you
should have seen their faces
hopping round the pit
one boot minus F***ing laces ******** There's a one legged bastard
working in our pit,
Cause someone, stole my boot
The F***ing greedy git
Musn't get much money,
Working on the face
He came back next day
and pinched my f***ing lace ******** Well, I've had a bad case of gout
and suffer from athlete's foot
But that's alright now 'cause'
The boots on another's foot. Good Old Walter Here's an ode to good old Walter
Who for fifty years did not faulter
In life long quest for coal
He spent fifty year sat on his hole ******** Until one day the old man did puff
And said that's it I've had enough
Fifty years I've sat down this pit
Now get someone else to take all your shit ******** It's time you got some other mug
You could try Andy, Ant or Plug
To do this job if they so desire
But come next friday I retire ******** And so a collection was organised to get
Their old mate a fitting prize after a word
With his neighbours a decision was made
To buy old Walter a new garden spade
He would be more than touched by their
Thoughtfulness as his garden was
Known as the Newbrough wilderness ******** It would give him many hours of pleasure
Watching his missus dig at her leisure
With the spade in his hand the old lad went
From the place where half his life had been spent ******** But as he passed through the pit yard gates
He turned to wave to all his old mates
There were tears in his eyes, He was starting to cry
With a lump in his throat he shouted "Good bye"
The lads all responded with a deafening yell
"The best of luck old lad we all wish you well." Did Barry F**k the cutter ? It was Monday at the castle
The men were hard at work
When Barry played a blinder
That made him look a jerk ******** He fired over the cutter
And blew it all in bits
And when the smoke had cleared
The lads were all
In fits of hearty laughter
At Barrys sorry plight ******** He's not so F**king clever
Now it's him that's in the shit
And so to repremand him
To Brian Jenner he must go ******** So if you must console him
He's on the switch at no.4
When giving hm words of consolation
And I'm sure there will be lots
Spare a mind for Barry
And don't mention firing shots ! Ricky's Leaving Rickys leaving on his given date
And he'll never be just another mate
With tales aplenty from
Countless pubs he's been barred
You always end up getting told
"I but I'm f**king hard" ******** With a stammer and a stutter
He gets through the day
But its sad to see him go now
That he's on his way ******** No medals for Rick
As he leaves us full of tea
Cause they are all on the chest
Of his mate Gus McKee ******** I think they were kidding
Wise men from the east
I think from Ricky Harland
I learnt the least ******** Some like him some don't
And from some there was hate
But I'd like to remember Ricky
As more than a good mate ******** I hope Nora is happy
having him always at home
But might get a start
On the millenium dome ******** Wherever he goes
Lets hope they drink tea
Because half of great Britain
Has had his C.V ******** When I'm Down the pub
And words are a few
I can talk about Ricky Harland
A man I once knew ******** Time has run out
It's time for Ricky to go
I hope I meet him again
Well you never know ! Way Out West Here's a small poem that's
Been written in fun
That tells you the tale of how
The real west was won
And so as you read it please take it in jest
And don't mock the brave
Men who won out 9 west ******** It first started out as 2 dinter drive
But it soon went all wrong as
The coal took a dive
The manager came and shook
his head with a frown
He said "this looks like a job for old Buffalo Brown" ******** Old Buffalo was summonsed to bring his gang
To stuff a few holes on and make a big bang
The manager told buff to find him some coal
We're depending on you Buff
Or we're all on the dole ******** Buff soon got to grips with the job he was given
His reputation was built
On the headings he'd drivern
With his faithful old sidekick
'Old chain smoker Mac'
They'd soon have this heading back on the
Right track ******** At the deputy's badge he looked in disgust
'If we follow the rules the pit will go bust'
Just give us the gear and keep out of the way
Then come and measure
Up at the end of the day ******** It was like back in the Yukon
In the days of gold
But Buffalo Brown was looking for coal
With a glint in his eye he tore off the badge
And said "I'm Known as Buff, don't call me Fange" ******** With young Mark and Alan they
Went to work with the jigger
But Buff soon realised
They'd need something bigger
An Emico was brought and brought into the pit
It looked just the job for shovelling shit ******** With Buff at the handles he was
Like a kid with a new toy
There'd be no more shovelling
Shit for this old cowboy
From that day on they never looked back
The company owes a lot to old Buff And Mac ******** The management thanked them
For the job that they did
And promised to pay them a few extra quid
Old Buffalo quipped as he made for the door
'We'd have done a lot better for a few dollars more' ******** So please bear in mind as you're passing 9 West
Though wily old cowboys who
Were put to the test
Then you'll know who to call when there's
Blasting to be done
Call Bufallo Brown on Stanhope 401 | 
