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in all countries, at all times.
who take heroism for granted,
they live lives far from the limelight,
without publicity and with no spokesman,
lifts them into the headlines.
Simple working people
in all countries and at all times.
Fenwick, do the men work tomorrow?
- Not on Scupper Flats, Mr Barras.
- Against your union?
There's a million tons of floodwater
ready to wash down on us.
You don't think I'd chance
flooding my own mine?
Show us the plans of the workings, then.
- There's two opinions on that.
It's you who've put the wind up the men.
This your lad who's after the university
scholarship? I'd like to help him.
The men won't work Scupper Flats.
wouldn't send you down if it wasn't safe.
30 years in this pit, Bob, and you do this.
We all think Bob Fenwick's right!
We're with Fenwick!
- Know what you can do with the union.
- Make him show us the plans.
Show us plans.
- It isn't dangerous, is it, Father?
- I'll teach them a lesson.
mingled with blood.
burning with fire cast into the sea.
Not water, my brethren, but blood.
I got nothing for you today, Mrs Fenwick.
- You thought I'd have a bit left over, eh?
- Bit of lights, maybe.
I've nought for you, Martha,
nor your good-for-nothing family.
No woman's ever had better sons
than mine, nor better man neither.
- He had good reasons.
- Aye! A clever chap!
You go back and tell him.
Sitting up all night, stuffing your head
with the high-faluting rubbish.
You and your scholarships.
That'll do, lad.
If you don't know enough now to pass
that scholarship, 12 hours won't help.
Why don't you go for a walk up the field?
- What is it, Mother?
Did you say breakfast?
That's what I call a feed.
Oysters, pickle. Pity I'm not hungry.
I'll just have a piece of that bread.
I don't like that kind of fun.
Tha shouldn't mock good food.
You're lucky to get anything
about a bit of water,
My father wasn't so clever,
nor my grandfather. They was just men.
Master Pit commanded, men obeyed.
They were daft enough
Your father's cleverer than that, Hughie.
to the floodwater t'other side of it.
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