Miners Strike

Ian McMillan


It feels like a hundred years ago, or it could just be last week

When they stood on a freezing picket line and history took a turn

When communities refused to die or turn the other cheek

And what did we learn, eh? What did we learn?


For a year the pit wheels stood stock still,

And money dwindled, then ran out

But collectivism's hard to kill

And if you stand and listen, you'll still hear them shout...

But what did we learn, eh? What did we learn?


It feels like just a week ago, or it could be a hundred years

When the police vans charged with their sirens on through the silent weeping streets;

And they cooked and marched and argued through a mist of pain and fear

And a shut down pit's a symbol of depression and defeat

So what did we learn, eh? What did we learn?


The past is not just Kings and Queens, it's those like me and you

Who clashed with a woman at Number 10, who had to stand and fight

Cos when your way of life's being smashed to bits, what else can you do?

As the pickets braziers glow and smoke in the freezing Yorkshire night;

What did we learn, he? What did we learn?

Buy frozen peas where the braziers burned

What did we learn? What should we learn?