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The Prince of Darkness, Charlie DeVey (Brian McNeill/Ed Miller)

I was born in the village of Cockenzie, and my faither was an elder of the kirk And on the day I turned thirteen, he looked me in the ee'n, and told me it was time I was in work For employment was the way to beat the devil, and I must challenge him where'er he was found But if I wanted decent pay, there were five different ways, North - South, East - West, or down I used to battle with the Prince of Darkness, I used to steal away his hart through a four foot seam And when they asked if I was poor, I'd tell them, "Aye, shure" But they never had to teach me how to dream. Ah the first time I went under I was shakin', I was just a laddie frightened of the dark But with a cutter in my hand, I soon became a man, I was surely never frightened of the work I learned to listen for creakin' of the timbers, tae watch the air aroon the candle flame And in every sweated ton, I knew how many risks we had run, and that danger was a miner's middle name I went in at Newtongrange and Kirckaldy sweatin' blood for seven bob a week And in the shuttle and the cage, I learned the spirit of the age, from men who never turned the other cheek. And when my faither asked if I was still for Jesus? Was he my help and ma saviour doon the mine? I said I'd bow my head in prayer, if I turned and found him there, At my shoulder on a Union picket line Now I work in the Mining Museum, show the tourists what my job used to be. And when they ask about my clan, I tell them I'm a workin' man And the Union is clan enough for me It gave me brothers fae the Redden tae the Rhonda, Comrades fae the Rockies tae the Rand, For there's nae colour, creed, or race, when you are sweatin' at the face With a pick or a shovel in your hand And when it's time to cast the ballot, And the Labour Party stands to win the day I hope that Corbyn keeps his word, and his voice will be heard From Westminster tae the Hills of Galloway. And may think that socialism is dying, Ye cannie sell it at the supermarket till But while there's so many like me, we'll make bloody sure they see, That ideals are the hardest things to kill Original last verse: Ah, but now we've a government in London, And the New Labour Party's won the day, And they come back to find their roots in their sharp Italian suits, And when the cameras are gone, so are they. And they whisper that socialism's dyin', Ye cannae sell it at the supermarket till; But where there's fifty lads like me, we'll make bloody sure they see That ideas are the hardest things to kill. This striking coal miner's song written by Brian McNeill has been put to music and recorded by Ed Miller on his album Lowlander (2000). My rendition remains close to the original. It is said that Brian McNeill wrote this song after meeting an ex-miner who was working as a museum guide at the Scottish Mining Museum in Newtongrange. When tourists asked what clan he belonged to he would answer that his clan were the miners. Charlie DeVey is on most digital music platforms (https://open.spotify.com/artist/1VyOm....