The Pound a Week Rise 
(E. Pickford)  [bad word] all you colliers who work down the mine 
From Scotland to south Wales from Teesdale to Tyne 
I'll sing you a song about the pound a week rise 
And the men who were fooled by the government's lies 

And it's down you go 
Down below, Jack 
Where you never see the skies 
And you're workin' in a dungeon 
For your pound a week rise 

In 19 and 60 a few years ago 
The mineworkers' leaders to Lord Robbins did go 
Sayin' "We work very hard, every day we risk our lives, 
And we ask you here and now for a pound a week rise." 

Well up spoke Lord Robbins and he made this decree 
He said "When the out-put rises, with you I will agree 
I'll raise up all your wages, I'll give to you fair pay 

For I once a miner and I worked hard in my day" 

The miners they went home, they worked hard and well 
Their lungs filled with coal dust in the bosom of [bad word] 
The out-put rose by fifteen, eighteen percent and more 
And when two years had passed and gone it rose about a score 

The miners they went, to get their hard earned prize 
They asked Lord Robbins for their pound a week rise 
Robbins wouldn't give a pound he wouldn't give ten bob 
He gave 'em seven and six and saing "Now get back to your jobs!" 
 [bad word] all you colliers, take heed what I say 
Don't believe Lord Robbins when he says he'll give fair pay 
He'll tell you to work hard and make the out- put rise 
But you'll get pie in the sky instead of a pound a week rise