Sung to" The Dying Stockman"
Wrap Me Up With My Cap Lamp And Helmet
A strapping young miner lay dying,
His helmet supporting his head...
His two mates around him were sighing,
As he rose to his elbow and said...
Wrap me up with my cap lamp and helmet,
And bury me deep down below...
Where the old girl, surely won’t find me,
In the place where those gold nuggets grow...
Oh I had a fight with the missus,
Far over the limit was I..
As I walked straight as arrow, right past her,
It’s was just then, I knew I would die...
So grab me a couple of drill steels,
Place one at my head and my toe...
Carve on them, a cap lamp and helmet,
To show there’s a miner below...
Hark there’s the sound of them blasting,
I’ve tagged on, and now I must go...
For it tolls the death knell for miners,
From them firing fumes, way down below...
Those fumes are making me silly,
Place those self-rescuers out in a row...
And when there’s no air, I’ll stop breathing,
In this place where all miners must go...
And off to the dark of the decline,
Where the mud and the water does flow...
Where most of those rocks are still falling,
Just think of us miners below...
Wrap me up with my cap lamp and helmet,
And bury me deep down below...
Where the old girl, surely won’t find me,
In the place where those gold nuggets grow…
Len Newey 2012