The Digging Song (Narrated by Paul McGann)

Give me the spade of freedoms glory

That sowed the fields from the hard rock moor

Speak of its praise in tales & stories

Dig for the treasure & the fruits we adore

 

Sing to the trees where the wild beasts are yelling

Where the stout-hearted brothers shrank back afraid

Corn stack raised and man finds a dwelling

Dig as a friend boy, dig with a spade YES

 

Give me the spade or a man who can use it

Dig everyday as a freeborn man

Let other men never stoop or abuse it

Dig, sow, burrow boys all for the land

 

Give up the sword that won all battles

That gave a kingdom to the bold and the brave

Give to our wives & give to the children

The King of all weapons is the humble spade

 

Sing to the trees where the wild beasts are yelling

Where the stout-hearted brothers shrank back afraid

Corn stack raised and man finds a dwelling

Dig as a friend boy, dig with a spade

 

Give me the spade or a man who can use it

Dig everyday as a freeborn man

Let other men never stoop or abuse it

Dig, sow, burrow boys all for the land

 

 

Give me the spade there’s a secret about it

From coal black soil into bright burning gold

What would our fathers have done now without it?

When lands lay bare and winds blew cold

 

Sing to the trees where the wild beasts are yelling

Where the stout-hearted brothers shrank back afraid

Corn stack raised and man finds a dwelling

Dig as a friend boy, dig with a spade

 

Give me the spade or a man who can use it

Dig everyday as a freeborn man

Let other men never stoop or abuse it

Dig, sow, burrow boys all for the land