The Trimden Grange Explosion - Mekons

Oh let’s not think of tomorrow

Lest we disappointed be

Our joys may turn to sorrow

As we all may daily see

Today we may be strong and healthy

But 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

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

By the Trimdon Grange Explosion

Joseph, George and James are gone

February has left behind it

What will never be forgot

Weeping widows, helpless children

May be found in many a Cot

Now they ask if father’s left them

And their mother, she hangs her head

With a weeping widow’s feelings

She tells the child its father’s dead