'Twas on the third day of July
And twelve strong men were about to die
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They were working fast without a care
When a tunnel collapsed and trapped them there
At the Tadley treacle mines
No noise was heard above the ground
When evening came they couldn't be found
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They searched it here, they searched it there
But could not find them anywhere
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
Then one man came from underground
And told them everything he found
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
I saw a tunnel blocked with clay
But it was open yesterday
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
Then all the men went down the pit
And tried to clear the earth a bit
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They dug all night, they dug all day
And finally cleared the earth away
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They found twelve men a-lying there
Upon the ground so cold and bare
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They carried them to the light
So all could see the ghastly sight
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
They buried them there that very day
And to this day their bodies lay
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
So gentlemen take heed I pray
And do not go to work today
At the Tadley Treacle Mines
2 comments:
The history of mankind -- ever in search of utopia.
The treacle mine of "hope" is infinitely replenished. ;)
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