BROTHERS IN ARMS AGAIN You came to me with cap in hand While kid gloves were on mine I worked all the hours God sent me While you wasted my time But my best was never good enough for you I could never do right for doing wrong And now you want me to apologise For all the bad things that you've done When one man digs for buried treasure There's always another man standing close by Waiting to step in to take the glory Waiting to pluck out the other man's eyes Its a fact of life those who stand idle May find success when it isn't even theirs While those who break their guts And hearts while others profit Find life doesn't always deal fair shares So hold those feelings close to your heart Keep those devils in For when the saints go marching in Who will count your sins Or bang the bitter aching drum You've hammered on in vain While I must hang my head in shame Until we are brothers in arms again Some people might say that I'm bitter To them I say "What do you know?" I only know I'm feeling tired now I only know I'm growing old From propping up the deep dark tunnels Of your crumbling mind But 'though my mental back is broken Mine will heal in time So hold those feelings close to your heart Keep those devils in For when the saints go marching in Who will count your sins Or bang the bitter aching drum You've hammered on in vain While I must hang my head in shame Until we are brothers in arms again Until we are brothers in arms again Until we are brothers in arms again (Gary Miller) Copyright © 1998 Gary Miller / Whippet Records

CAR BOOT SALE I went to the car boot sale At the racecourse one fine June I had nothing else better to do On a boring afternoon There were cars and stalls and people obsessed As far as the eye could see But there wasn't a fucking horse in sight At the sale of the century Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin' Millin' around like flies 'round shite With no real sense of plannin' Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin' In search of the Holy Grail Some folks' rubbish is other folks' gold At the car boot sale There were people arriving while others were leaving A lot of them pushing prams I hope the ones that had just been bought Were the unoccupied ones Amidst the clamour you could hear a man cry "Everything fifty pence!" But you wouldn't have bothered to look in his box If you had any sense There were second-hand clocks and watches With a history to tell They might have been worth a fortune If they told the time as well Broken toys, torn books, scratched records Electrical goods of every degree Finding they don't work when you get home Is your only guarantee There was Mister Softee ice cream Next to a burger van from Hell In a cone or a tub with monkey's blood Next to people with no sense of smell I was trying to find one of those Backward-facing baseball caps 'Cos no matter how hard I've looked I've only seen forward ones in the shops So if you're bored or depressed With the National Lottery Come along for a grand day out With the shell-suit family Grab a piece of the action Of this latest national craze Rogues by the score amid bargains galore At your local car boot sale Oh me lads, you should've seen them gannin' Millin' around like flies round shite With no real sense of plannin' Hagglin' and fussin', hustlin' and bustlin' In search of the Holy Grail You might find it for a couple of quid At the car boot sale Gary Miller) Copyright © 1998 Gary Miller / Whippet Records

BLACKLEG MINING MAN Who is that blackleg mining man? Who is that blackleg mining man? He’s the one who helps the boss Nail his brothers to the cross Who is that blackleg mining man? Where was that blackleg mining man? Where was that blackleg mining man? He was nowhere to be seen When they killed young Jones and Green Where was that blackleg mining man? He was that blackleg mining man He was that blackleg mining man He was deep down in the mine Gone through the picket line He was that blackleg mining man Why does that blackleg mining man? Why does that blackleg mining man? Dig the blackleg coal Puts his marrers on the dole Why does that blackleg mining man? Someday that blackleg mining man Someday that blackleg mining man Will rue what he has done When there’s no work for his son Someday that blackleg mining man One day that blackleg mining man One day that blackleg mining man Will realise he’s sold his soul For a tub of blackleg coal One day that blackleg mining man He’ll see that blackleg mining man He’ll see that blackleg mining man When he looks into his glass A traitor to his class He’ll see that blackleg mining man Who is that blackleg mining man? Who is that blackleg mining man? He’s the one who helps the boss Nail his brothers to the cross He is that blackleg mining man? (Jock Purdon) Copyright © Jock Purdon / Pit Lamp Press

THIS VILLAGE This village draws me I hear it calling me back through the years Its people are its life-blood I am its joy; I am its tears Makers were forged here To forge a bond no cruel hands could destroy Artists' hands seized it Lost lovers grieved for it Builders have reached for its skies Poets have captured its beauty They speak of its sad beauty now This village haunts me Its whispering hurt tears at my soul Why did I forsake you? Welcome me back welcome me home A sacred bond exists here Between the land and the people it owns It grants no escape from the realms of its fate It reaps the crops we have sown This village has made me all that I am This village is calling me home (Gary Miller)

GOING TO THE MINE Into the smoky morning And I'm trudging down the line Past the dirty tanky engine Going to the mine Rows of pit folks' houses Like regiments in time Taste the gritty daylight When you're going to the mine Whistle of the buzzer Time to rise and shine How I long for Sunday When I'm going to the mine Falling snow around us Turning into grime Down the coaly track-way When you're going to the mine Flying birds and freedom But I must serve me time One day I'll be flying too From going to the mine Falling down the shaft And I'm leaving the sun behind Born to be a human mole Going to the mine Into the smoky morning And I'm trudging down the line Past the dirty tanky engine Going to the mine (Johnny Handle) Copyright © Johnny Handle

LEAVE HER JOHNNY, LEAVE HER I thought I heard the old man say Leave her Johnny leave her It's a long hard pull to the next payday And it's time for us to leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Now the voyage is done and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her Oh the skipper was bad but the mate was worse Leave her Johnny leave her He'd blow you down with a spike and a curse And it's time for us to leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Now the voyage is done and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her It's pull you lubbers or you'll get no pay Leave her Johnny leave her Pull you lubbers and then belay And it's time for us to leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Now the voyage is done and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Now the voyage is done and the winds don't blow And it's time for us to leave her Leave her Johnny leave her Leave her Johnny leave her (Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests) Copyright © 1998 Gary Miller / Glenn Miller / Whippet Records