The First Carols by CandlelightA Poem by David Lewis PagetIt was hard in the Moonta Mines that year For the miners, down in the pit, It wasn’t a place for a weak man, but The Cornish Miners had grit, They burrowed deeper with every day Extracting the copper ore, And the skimps grew high in the heaps that piled Not far from the Moonta shore.
They wore their helmets deep in the mine With a candle fixed to the brim, And worked in the glow of the candlelight While the pumps pumped out and in, They pumped for water, they pumped for air For the air in the mine was rank, And water seeped at the lowest lode Where the atmosphere was dank.
They built their cottages out of lime And mud, with a building board, On Sundays, that was the only time Once they had prayed to the Lord, The Cornish Miners were Methodists Built numerous churches there, And Cap’n Hancock had said, ‘Attend! Or your job is gone - Beware!’
Those men of flint had hearts of gold And they raised their children fine, Sons would follow their fathers then And go to work in the mine, One Christmas Eve they were gathered there By their hundreds, on the green, A candle lit on their helmets each Like a glittering starlit scene.
The wives and children were there as well With their voices raised in praise, The swelling sound of an angel choir With their humble miners ways, They called it Carols by Candlelight And the movement grew apace, It spread all over the world from this The Moonta Miners grace.
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