Classic Poem

Jowl, jowl and listen, lad,
And hear that coal face workin'.
There's many a marrer missin', lad,
Becaas he wadn't listen, lad.

Me feyther aalwes used te say,
Pit wark's mair than hewin',
Ye've got te coax the coal alang
And not be rivin' and tewin'.

Noo the depitty craals frae flat te flat,
While the putter rams the tyum 'uns,
But the man at the face hes te knaa his place
Like a mother knaas hor young 'uns.