The Lad

They brought him up the pit shaft
   And took him out of the cage,
His face was covered in coal dust,
   They couldn't tell his age.

In fact he was a young lad, on his
first day down the pit, he did not
hear the noises, before the pit prop split.

Down came the roof and crushed him,
  against the stone hard floor,
Squeezing out a young life,
That would run and laugh no more.

Who would tell his Mother?
Who would tell his Dad?
That coal had claimed another
And this one was their Lad.