Coal Dust on the Fiddle (Sisters in the Coal)

Coal dust on the fiddle,
Coal dust on the bow,
Daughters of the mountain,
Working down below.
Coal dust on my body,
Coal dust in my soul,
Sisters in the coal mine,
Women digging coal.

People say that it’s unlucky
To have women down a mine,
But they’re working at the coal-face,
And they’re doing it just fine.
Muddy feet in muddy water,
Muddy face and hands and hair,
Underground and getting dirty,
Mud and coal-dust everywhere.

When Nancy started working there
The men all laid a trap,
But when she couldn’t find her dinner-pail
She just ate the bosses snap.
Digging coal to feed your family
And to keep them from the cold.
No support from state or husband,
Put your monthly pains on hold.

Libby Lindsay fought some battles
To make mining safe for all.
Fought for training, fought for bathrooms,
Closed the peepholes in the wall.
And they fought to join the union,
Went on strike and went to jail.
Some moved on and some got married,
Some were killed but no-one failed.

Coal Dust on the Fiddle
© W. J. Adair/Sad Jeb Music 2011

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