Pit Brow Lasses

Pit Brow Lasses

In the cold dark pits where the coal dust lies,

Beneath the weight of darkest skies,

The pit brow lasses toil, their faces worn,

With every dawn, another dream is torn.

With hands of grit and hearts of steel,

They carry burdens, yet seldom feel

The warmth of sunlight, the kiss of the breeze,

For in these depths, there's no time for ease.

Their laughter echoes, a bittersweet sound,

A melody lost in the darkness around,

Each basket of coal, a piece of their soul,

Yet the weight of their labour takes a heavy toll.

Mothers and daughters, united in strife,

In the dance of survival, they give up their life,

With weary eyes, they search for a spark,

But the world above seems so distant, so dark.

For every ounce of strength that they lend,

There’s a family’s hope that they strive to defend,

Yet dreams of escape feel just out of reach,

As the pit swallows stories, the lessons it’ll teach.

So here's to the lasses, the brave and the bold,

In the heart of the pit, their tales left untold.

May we remember their plight, their struggles, their song,

For in the silence of mining, their spirits live on.