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Old 29th December 2004, 13:04
babyjane babyjane is offline
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Originally posted by MelodeonMan

I was born outside Edinburgh and brought up in Fife
My fathers a miner its a dangerous life
No brothers three sisters and kept very healthy
In the dark Adams Terrace in a wee place called Kelty
I will tell you a bit about all my life
From miner to soldier, farming and rail
From labouring with Wimpey on the Inverness trail
Ive had ups and downs and struggles and strife
A family of my own and a beautiful wife
When you lived down the Terrace with its dirt and its grime
A bit bread and butter was shared most of the time
Your doorway was open. and a seat by your grate
Your key was on a string, no locks on your gate
Men talked of their pigeons and the Union was a must
My father would be coughing ,with the dirty black dust
With sweat in his eyes, or maybe just was tears
You would always hear him talking of the past fifty years
So where er you may be in your journey through life
Just think of a Son of a miner in Fife

Jonn Bearcat-Redmond (MelodeonMan)
I think your poem is just lovely
just came accross this site today,and your poem caught my eye
My grandfather was a miner who lived in Adams terrace
Archibald cook his name was,and you never know you might have heard his name
anyway im trying to find his son, i remember as a child my granfather always had a housefull that would have been early 1980,not sure when they changed the street name from adams terrace to karen avenue,still gotta find that out
im also searching for any old pics of miners from kelty
just a shame i dont know what mine he worked at,thats what ive still gotta find out
kelty has got so big over the yrs hardly recognised it when i went up to have a look round in summer
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