Oh let's not think of tomorrow, lest we disappointed
be
Our joys may turn to sorrow as we all may daily
see
Today we may be strong and healthy, but soon
there comes a change
As we may learn from the explosion that has
been at Trimdon Grange
Men and boys left home that morning for to
earn their daily bread
Never thinking that by the evening they'd be
numbered with the dead
Let's think of Mrs Burnett, once had sons but
now has none-
By the Trimdon Grange Explosion, Joseph, George
and James are gone
February has left behind it what will never
be forgot;
Weeping widows, helpless children may be found
in many a Cot
Now they ask if father's lrft them, and their
mother, she hangs her head
With a weeping widow's feelings, she tells
the child its father's dead.
(Tommy Armstrong)
This song was written by Tommy Armstrong in
the 1890s. Almost 300 Northumberland Miners were killed in the
disaster. At the time this song sold over Two Million copies of
broadsheet music.