Springhill Mine Disaster                          
(Martin Carthy)                                   
                                                  
In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia, Down in   
the dark of the Cumberland Mines. There's blood   
on the coal and the miners lie, In the roads      
that never saw sun nor sky, In the roads that     
never saw sun nor sky. In the town of             
Springhill, you don't sleep easy, 	Often the      
earth will tremble and roll. 	When the earth      
gets restless, miner die. 	Bone and blood are     
the price of coal, 	Bone and blood are the price  
of coal. In the town of Springhill, Nova Scotia,  
Late in the year of ' 58  . The day still         
comes and the sun still shines, But it's dark as  
a grave in the Cumberland Mines, Dark as a grave  
in the Cumberland Mines. Down in the coal face,   
miners working, 	Listen to the rumble of the      
cutter's blade. 	The rumble of the earth as the   
walls caved 'round 	There were living and the     
dead men two miles down, 	Living and the dead     
men two miles down. Five days passed and the      
lamps gave out, Caleb Rushton, he up and said,    
"There's no more water nor light nor bread, So    
we'll live on songs and hope instead, Live on     
songs and hope instead." Eight days passed and    
some were rescued, 	Leaving the dead to lie       
alone. 	Throughout their lives they dug their     
graves, 	Two miles of earth for a marking stone,  
	Two miles of earth for a marking stone.