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Safety First ©

Gordon Fjaelberg
Bridgend, Wales
1982

"Safety First!" must be the motto
When you're working in the mines;
Just to reinforce this thinking
There's a thousand different signs.
Starting in the baths: "No smoking,
And on drinking we do frown.
Furthermore, if you have bottles
Made of glass, don't take them down."

Keep your eyes upon the Warwick,
Fix the bar-hook on that dram.
Look alert for ropes and journeys;
Riders rarely give a damn.
With the roof and sides supported
Chances are that you'll survive,
Never ride upon conveyors;
Maybe you'll reach sixty-five.

Everywhere you'll find the posters
Warning of the consequence
Of a moment's inattention,
Sudden loss of common sense.
"Have you got your gloves and helmet?
Check to see what else you lack.
Get your pit boots greased and polished,
Bring your tins of powder back."

Keep your eyes upon the Warwick,
Fix the bar-hook on that dram.
Look alert for ropes and journeys;
Riders rarely give a damn.
With the roof and sides supported
Chances are that you'll survive,
Never ride upon conveyors;
Maybe you'll reach sixty-five.

We get visits from Inspectors,
Well trained Health and Safety blokes,
Freely giving out the verbals;
Long on knowledge, short on jokes.
"Please improve your dust suppression,
And your ventilation's bad."
Sometimes you can't blame the bosses
Being just a trifle mad.

Keep your eyes upon the Warwick,
Fix the bar-hook on that dram.
Look alert for ropes and journeys;
Riders rarely give a damn.
With the roof and sides supported
Chances are that you'll survive,
Never ride upon conveyors;
Maybe you'll reach sixty-five.

"By good standards make your pit safe!"
That's the plea we often hear.
With due care and some attention
Accidents should not occur.
May the low roofs never meet you,
May you not be struck by rocks,
May the Good Lord smile upon you -
Aided by some bars and chocks.

Keep your eyes upon the Warwick,
Fix the bar-hook on that dram.
Look alert for ropes and journeys;
Riders rarely give a damn.
With the roof and sides supported
Chances are that you'll survive,
Never ride upon conveyors;
Maybe you'll reach sixty-five.



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