In the town of spring hill, nova scotia,

Down in the heart of the cumberland mine,

There's blood on the coal and miners lie

In the roads that never saw sun or sky

Roads that never saw sun or sky.



Down at the coal face the miner's workin'

Rattle of the belt and the cutter's blade

Crumble of rock and the walls close round

Living and the dead men two miles down

Living and the dead men two miles down



Twelve men lay two miles from the pitshaft

Listen for the drillin' of a rescue team

Six hundred feet of coal and slag

Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam

Hope imprisoned in a three-foot seam



Eight days passed and some were rescued

Leaving the dead to lie alone

All their lives they dug their graves

Two miles of earth for a markin' stone

Two miles of earth for a markin' stone



In the town of spring hill you don't sleep easy

Often the earth will tremble and groan

When the earth is restless, miners die

Bone and blood is the price of coal

Bone and blood is the price of coal


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