A G d C  There are many days in history of which the poet sings  F G a  Of cruel wars and famine of emperors and kings  A G d C  But the first day of October stays in my memory yet  F G a  For the things I saw in Durham town I never will forget  Well poverty and hardship have long been a miners lot  And some would say the Durham mine is a place that's best forgot  But I'm a true-born miner an I've never run away  So with the few I joined the queue to strike that fateful day  D a G d a G  No one knows the tears I cried I knew I was leaving  A F G  Where will I go, I don't know, I don't know  The police came on like devils and told us we must cease  For Durham town was not our own for marching where we please  But wiser men they told us and gave us this advice  So if we dared to disagree we'd pay an awful price  And then the gang came over us the bosses hireling crew  And smiling in their viciousness their sticks and batons drew  That bloody day in 94 is kept well in my brain  The screams and shouts of injured men the awful cries of pain  Come all you true-born miners and list' awhile to me  That dark day in October will always precious be  And Durhams light that miners lit will kindle far and wide  When the struggle's done and we've overcome   We can hold our head with pride