Now here's a tale for all to here
Of wives of the striking miner,
Search the country, you won't meet none finer.
Not for them the mopish life,
They don't stay home and cry,
They don't sit back while others fight.
As living gets tougher
We tighten our belts
Despair of the work to be done,
Our sisters in Notts give us the will to go on,
Husbands and kids, hold up your heads,
Walk tall, look them straight in the eye,
Through these bitter times we will never die...
No mercy is shown you,
No peace ever given,
You're lives must be
One living hell,
But always remember
Though distance may part us
Our thoughts are with you
Hearts as well...
We're filled with such pain
When we hear of your plight
Your families outrageously treated
The victimization, threats and abuse
Through history being repeated
When years have rolled by
We'll sit and remember
Our jobs to protect
And we'll tell them with pride
How the Nottingham wives
Wholeheartedly earned our
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