No dad could be finer - than my dad was to me
50 years a miner - though he came home for tea
Turned each night turn from black to white - sitting in a tub
Mother with her Brillo pad - his back would rub & scrub
Chorus:
The oil lamp at the bedside of my father
Was something he had used down in the pit
He said he couldn’t bear – to leave his lamp there
So there – upon the chair – the lamp did sit
Darkness, damp & danger - but dad mined to the end
Hardship was no stranger - his lamp his only friend
Dined at night just like a king – puddings in a clout
Full of grub fresh from the tub – he’d to the club go out
Medals worn by miners - are blue scars on the chest
Dad had plenty medals – I saw them through his vest
Property is theft he’d say – that was his belief
He made sure we had nowt – to prove he was no thief
One night dad grew dimmer - his oil was running out
On the fire did simmer - his pudding in a clout
Mother wouldn’t waste his grub - that would be a sin
On the night dad’s light pegged out - the rest of us ate in
Mother dyed her hair blonde - she met a millionaire
Now she lives in Vegas - or maybe it’s Bel-Air
Dad’s lamp went on E-bay - because we were so skint
We bought lucky scratchcards - and now we’re worth a mint
