IN one of the beautiful Yorkshire vales,
There is an up-to-date Colliery called Cadeby Main;
A cry of deepest despair was heard,
As it went up to Heaven in the still night air,
Lord! Save our loved ones, or they will perish,
Give back to our arms the loved ones we cherish.
Look of their motive, deep love prompts the dead,
Our comrades are there, and wish to be freed;
Then for a time despair filled each manly breast,
We cried unto the Lord in earnest request,
To come to our aid in this awful distress,
To rescue the helpless, to comfort and bless.
Prompted by this, many arms were laid bare,
With purpose determined, to do and to dare;
Great crowds looked on in anxious suspense,
At this battle with death and. human defence.
But death in this contest was not driven back,
It struck down these Heroes at every inch of the track.
Our Rescue party, with courage so brave,
They gave their lives, their comrades to save.
Up from the Mine sad tidings were spread;
Only a few living, over eighty were dead!
The nation was roused, from Peasant to Queen,
For such self-devotion very rarely is seen.
In many a home tears of sadness were shed,
And many prayers were repeated beside the lonely bed;
Eyes filled with tears, tongues that could nor speak,
And sorrow is seen on many a pale cheek.
Wives looked for their husbands, the child for his dad,
Lasses for their sweethearts, the mother for her lad.
The King and Queen, God bless them, long may they reign,
They felt great compassion at all cries of pain;
They came down that day to know if success
Had crowned the efforts put forth in distress,
With deep affection their true Royal hearts,
Yearned for consolation and help to impart.
So farewell dear husband and father dear,
From this sad life of toil and care,
Let's hope to meet in Heaven above,
And re-unite in God own love;
Released from sorrow, sin and pain,
And freed from every care,
By angels hands to Heaven conveyed,
To rest for ever there.
The Rescue Party was faithful unto Death. |
