[During the miners’ strike of 84/85 the chairman of the National Coal Board was a man called MacGregor
whose job it was to defeat the miners. In one bizarre incident he wore a carrier bag over his head ]
When I was a lad in County Durham
I lived in Shiney Row
I remember me father gan t’ the pit
And how he used t’ go
I remember his bait, his boots, his shirt
His muffler and his cap
But most of all as I recall I remember his crumpled mac.
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Crumpled mac, crumpled mac
The memories come floodin’ back
Of how me father used t’ dress t’ gan t’ work h
It seems t’ me it’s irony that up there at the N.C.B.
There seems t’ be a crumpled mac in charge of all the pits.
Whatever he wanted t’ put in that mac
There was always room enough
Hankies an’ bait an’ bits o’ string
An’ a helluva lotta fluff
It seemed t’ me when I was a kid
The pockets were really big
An’ now and again I could find a tab end
But I’d really have t’ dig.
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Now me father is dead an’ gone
Like most folks I suppose
I’ve only memories t’ make me smile
I’ve lots an’ lots o’ those
But I bet he would laugh if I said t’ him
If he was here with me
Dad guess what happened t’ your old mac
It’s in charge of the N.C.B!
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