Christy Moore - The Ludlow Ma**acre lyrics

It was early springtime and the strike was on They drove us miners out of our homes Out of the houses that the company owned Into the tents of the little Ludlow We were worried bad about our children State troopers guarded the railway bridge Every once in a while a bullet would fly Kick up gravel around our feet We were so afraid that you'd k** our children That we dug a cave that was seven foot deep Took the children and the pregnant women Down inside the cave to sleep It was late that night the soldiers waited Till all us miners were asleep They crept around one little camp town And soaked our tents in kerosene They struck a match and the blaze it started They pulled the triggers of their Gatling guns I made a run for the children but the firewall stopped me Thirteen children died from their guns I never will forget the looks on the faces Of the men and women that awful day As they stood around to preach the funeral And lay the corpses of the dead away The women from Trinidad took some potatoes Up to Wallensburg in a little cart They sold the potatoes and brought some guns back Put a gun in every hand We asked the governor to phone up the president Ask him call off the National Guard But the National Guard belonged to the governor I guess he didn't try very hard Late one night the troopers charged us They didn't know that we had guns The red necked miners shot them troops down You should have seen those poor boys run We took some cement and walled the cave up Where the thirteen little children died I thanked God for the Mine Workers Union And then I hung my head and cried