Rule And Bant

At the Drakewalls Mine in eighty-nine
Rule and Bant, they dug for tin
Forty fathoms down the mine
The roof collapsed, the world gave in
Ring the bell, run like hell
«Save our maids» the miners cried
Trapped down in their silent tomb
Rule and Bant considered doom
Where to dig, when to try
Who might have plans of the mine
Tell us now, before they die
To have no plans, it is a crime
Two days passed and Pinching came
Paced the earth and marched the ground
Told the miners where to dig
That’s the place where they’ll be found
«Rule and Bant,» shout their names
«Hold on lads, we’re coming»
Light that fuze, stand back quick
Gad and pick, and toil the slack
Then the air, so poisoned thick
Drove the miners to pull back
Thomas Bawden was the man
He racked his brains and made a plan
Blacksmith’s bellows pumping air
Saved the lives of that poor pair
«Rule and Bant,» shout their names
«Hold on lads, we’re coming»
Eight days passed and on the sound
The muffled cries from underground
Grown me wept, I’ve heard them say
And?? gone asleep? that joyfull day
Two more days they labored on
Til midnight on that Saturday
Weak and weary, still alive
Rule and Bant above did rise
«Rule and Bant,» shout their names
«Well done lads, they’re coming»
«Rule and Bant,» shout their names
«Well done lads, they’re coming»