Remembrance Day Lyrics

There is a pithead far away without its winding gear
And there they crucified the pits
And all the jobs round here

So dearly, dearly we need jobs to earn our daily bread
The right to work is all we crave
To keep our families fed

There is a green hill not far away that used to be a pit
But now it's just a grassy bank
Where picnic parties sit

And deep beneath their quiche lorraine the ghosts of miners sing
The politics of selfish gain
Has ruined everything