Maggie’s Hitman

Your village grew up 'round your pit
Your work, it was your pride
You hewed out coal that went up north
To fire ships from the Clyde
Your coal field was respected
From the Falklands to the North Pole
But now they want to shut it down
And put you on the Dole

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery

You've got a wife and three young kids
And a mortgage overdue
Your mates and you were working then
You were the lucky few
They've put the argumеnt foward
You'll get redundancy
£20,000 for 25 years
But that's no good to yе

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery

You've got a Tory government
With a woman at the head
The lady's not for turning
But she's gone back on what she said
In 1974, me lads
You signed a plan for coal
But now that turncoat Thatcher
Wants you all put on the dole

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery

Now some of you have been tempted
To take this golden egg
Your wife and kids are starving
But you're still too proud to beg
Stick it out, me lads
And you will win
To the Tories, do not bend
Stand by your National Executive
Stick it out 'til the bitter end

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery

They say your pit doesn't pay it's way
"Shut it down," cries the NCB
You've had your fair share of abuse
In the press and on TV
But don't forget Sanghenydd
Or the kids from Aberfan
They died in the name of coal, me lads
Keep on fighting if you can

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery

Ian McGregor
Hired by the NCB
Paid by the Tory government
To shut your colliery