Coffins With Mead

Miner 1:

My mother once told me, It'd be best if she’d left for a bucket of mead (Miners together: Ha!)

She bit her lip, her lip quivering pissed, and she spat her rum on me! (Miners Togethers: Ha!)

All Together:

She was a whore! A stinkin fat boar!

A pig foul indeed!(Together)

One hundred adored, a hundred on four,

for being on her knees! (Together)

We drink to the whores, we drink out the door,

We’ll drink a barrel on me (Together)

Brothers and sisters!

Fuckers and fisters!

Prepare our coffins with mead

Miner 2:

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My mother once told me, love is a bet, my lassie’ but a dream (Miners Together: Ha!)

She quivered her lip, the cunt royally pissed, and she poured her rum on me (Miners Together: Ha!)

All Together:

She was a whore! A stinkin fat boar!

A pig foul indeed!(Together)

One hundred adored, a hundred on four,

for being on her knees! (Together)

We drink to the whores, we drink out the door,

We’ll drink a barrel on me (Together)

Brothers and sisters!

Fuckers and fisters!

Prepare our coffins with mead

Miner 3:

My mother last told me, life is best, licken those accursed bottles clean (Miners together: Ha!)

She ran her lips, her breath burnin’s of piss, then she sickd’ her rum on me (Miners Together: Ha!).

All Together:

She was a whore! A stinkin fat boar!

A pig foul indeed!(Together)

One hundred adored, a hundred on four,

for being on her knees! (Together)

We drink to the whores, we drink out the door,

We’ll drink a barrel on me (Together)

Brothers and sisters!

Fuckers and fisters!

Prepare our coffins with mead