Miner's Village

Yes, they lived here,
Whole families
In sight of St Kevin's bed,
Which meant nothing to them
(Why would it)
When your life was
Mining the lead
And silver, betimes,
Yes mining
From birth till death,
But a beautiful valley,
And a river coming down,
And the lake at your feet
(But keep the children away
They'll sink in it's depths)
And its not a bad old life all the same
Fresh water
A wage
And we'll teach the children
What we know.