There are many days in history of which the poet sings Of cruel wars and famine of emperors and kings But the first day of October stays in my memory yet 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 thats 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 No one knows the tears I cried I knew I was leaving Where will I go, I dont know, I dont 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