O let's not think about to-morrow
Lest we disappointed be,
For all our joys they may quickly turn to sorrow
As we all may daily see.
To-day we're strong and healthy,
Tomorrow there comes the change,
As we may see from the explosion
That has been at Trimdon Grange.
Men and boys set out that morning
For to earn their daily bread,
Never thinking that by the evening
They'd be numbered with the dead.
Let's think of Mrs Burnett
Once had sons but now has none;
In the Trimdon Grange disaster
Joseph George and James are gone.
February has left behind it
What will never be forgot;
Weeping women and helpless children
May be found in many's the cot.
They ask if father's left them
And the mother she hangs her head,
With a weeping widow's feelings
She tells the child its father's dead.
God protect the lonely widow
And raise each drooping head.
Be a father unto the orphans
Do not let them cry for brea.d
d**h will pay us all a visit,
They have only gone before.
And we will meet the Trimdon victims
Where explosions are no more.