The Miner’s Wife

LYRICS

The Miner’s Wife

By JJ.C., Sydney Mines, C. B.

I have heard a lot of stories
Of the menfolk’s sorry plight;
Their hardships and their struggles,
Their battles and their strife.
Of all the stories I have read,
Or ever heard conversed,
I’ve heard so little of his mate;
For better or for worse.

I am speaking of the miner’s wife;
That girl of many cares;
With her magic gift for figures,
When the play she starts to share.
With a few cents to this one and that
It puzzles one full sore;
To see the way she sends each one;
With smiles, from both her doors.

She finds the time for all her tasks,
And some left over too;
But if she has a large rough flock,
There’s always more to do.
No wonder when she does get sick,
(That happens, it is true;)
Theres nothing ever seem to click,
And all are feeling blue.

From hubby down to youngest babe
She is doctor, wife and nurse;
She never thinks about that line,
For better, or for worse.
For seldom is it better,
When the mine is all one’s life;
Unless one has a better half,
Known as the miner’s wife.

By Breagh MacKinnon

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