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.