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[title] => Yorkshire
[time] => 2007-08-01 01:08:33
[hometext] => bowmercj@aol.com good and bad comments welcome
[bodytext] => Yorkshire Here in northeast Yorkshire In eighteen-o-three James and Glen Heaton Found the ore sleeping in Gallo Creek. They built a hells heater Along the shores And they made the cannon balls That made the Empire win it’s wars. In Yorkshire My sweet baby I’m sinking down Here down Yorkshire. The daddies worked the furnace Kept em as hot as hell They come from Scarfer a job that suits the devils will Digging that coke and lime stone and their children make their pay Them smokestacks reach’ in like the arms of god into the beautiful sky with soot and clay. Well the daddies come on the works when the come home From the world war 2, now the yard just scrap and rubble. These mills that built the tanks and bombs that won this countries wars We sent our sons to a world of wheels and steel our wondering what they died for. From the Air Valley to the Sheffield iron range The coal mines of Appalachia, the stories the same. Seven hundreds tones coal a day, sir you tell me the world changed? Once I made you rich enough to forget my name. In Yorkshire my sweet baby I’m sinking down here down in Yorkshire. When I die I want no part of Heaven I would not do Heavens work well I pray the devil comes and takes and stand, In fiery furnaces of Hell. By Siegfried Styden (Robin Bowmer) [comments] => 1 [counter] => 209 [topic] => 14 [informant] => siegfried [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DreamsandWishes )
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