10 octobre 2006

Songs from Northumberland

Oui, je sais. Je n'ai pas souvent été là pour vous ces derniers temps... mais je vous promet de me rattraper. Promis.

Je suis parti collecter dans le Lot le week-end dernier. Si vous parle de cela, c'est que j'y ai rencontré un certain Bob Avery, ancien mineur, agé de 71 ans et originaire de Durham dans le Northumberland. Bob connaît un grand nombre de chansons de mineurs de sa région, notamment celles écrites par le prolifique Tommy Armstrong (1848-1919) qui figea sur le papier quelques-unes des heures les plus sombres des mines de Durham, comme témoigne cette chanson tristement célèbre (que l'on peut écouter sur mon autre blog) : Trimdon grange explosion qui relate un incident survenu en 1890 et qui coûta la vie à plus de 300 mineurs.

Let us not think of tomorrow,
Lest we disappointed be;
All our joys may turn to sorrow,
As we all may daily see.
Today we may be strong and healthy,
But how soon there comes a change
As we may learn from the explosion.
That has been at Trimdon Grange.

Men and boys left home that morning.
For to earn their daily bread.
Little thought before that evening
That they’d be numbered with the dead;
Let us think of Mrs Bumett,
Once had sons but now has none.
By the Trimdon Grange explosion.
Joseph George and James are gone.

February left behind it
What will never be forgot;
Weeping widows, helpless children,
May he found in many a cot,
Homes that once were blest with comfort,
Guarded by a father’s care,
Now are solemn, sad and gloomy,
Since the father is not there.

Little children, kind and and loving,
From their homes each day would run
Far to meet their father’s coming,
As each hard day’s work was done.
Now they ask if father’s left them.
Then the mother hangs her head
With a weeping widows feelings.
Tells the child that father’s dead."

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