Tom Shane

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Kev Carmody - Rock, Indigenous

Tom Shane

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[Verse 1] My husband Tom Shane, was a powder man Worked at the face in the mine Twenty-six years old, he knew nothing but coal A cut lunch and to clock in on time Monday through Sunday is a work-a-day week Three shifts a day in the shafts Saturday, a miner gives rest to his bones Sunday, the night shift would start [Verse 2] And it's hammer and tap to drive the drills in Blast a sweat track through the ground Wedging in beams to pursue that black seam Hammer on steel's the soul sound Some Austrian duke stopped the bullet of lead Hughes shamed our men off to war Tom neatly packed into a brown haversack Silently strode through the door [Verse 3] The pit heads cast wheels they turned through the days The pit ponies a year older grew 'Til a note came one day to officially say I'd lost the best man that I knew My grief for so long was as black as the mine My children a fatherless brood My man at times seems, crowds into my dreams But I still need that cold cash for food [Verse 4] Lightly by night, the gentle wind blows Below there, they still blast the seams By the pores of his skin, you'll know a Moreton coalman Know his widow by the lack of her means

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