Ten thousand men They are bleeding once again On the coalfields of Rothbury Town For the Government to say A reduction in your pay Or we shall bring in a hand From abroad O Norman Brown How the coppers shot him down While the battle for old town had raged And the saddest day of all is a miners burial When the earth that is harvested is home Even when the war is won And when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone The government still k**ed the miners son There were riots in the street And the sounds of marching feet The protest of violence and greed And the newspaper ran A story that began Of the treason for the public to read While the years they have pa**ed It will never be the last Of a working mans blood on the ground And for O Norman Brown How the coppers shot him down On the coalfields of Rothbury Town Even when the war is won And when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone The government still k**ed the miners son