You've heard of the gresford disaster Of the terrible price that was paid Two hundred and fourty two colliers were lost And three men of the rescue brigade It occurred in the month of September At three in the morning the pit It was racked by a violent explosion In the Dennis where gas lay so thick Now the gas in the Dennis deep section Was packed there like snow in a drift And many a man had to leave the coal face Before he had worked out his shift And a fortnight before the explosion To the shot firer tomlinson cried If you fire that shot we'll be all blown to hell And no body can say that he lied And the lord mayor of London's collecting To help out the children and wives The owners have sent some lilies To pay for the poor colliers' lives Down there in the dark they are lying They died for nine shillings the day And they worked out their shift and now they must lie In the darkness until judgment day Farewell all our dear wives and our comrades Farewell all our children as well And don't send your sons down the dark dreary mine They'll be doomed like the sinners in hell