(Trad / Ian McCalman)
Well I live down the road from the colliery gate
And the siren of the shift is a sound I hate
Don't be sick and don't be late
There is no other work in the village
When the dust and the grime make a man retire
Then his son comes up for the chance of fire
Working in the dark just to feed your fire
There is no other work in the village
Though Bilston is better than most they say
I will do everything to keep my son away
Jobs like that don't come each day
There is no other work in the village
As sung by The McCalmans