O let's not think about tomorrow
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 bread
Death will pay us all a visit
They have only gone before
And we will meet the Trimdon victims
Where explosions are no more