Gary Miller Songs
"As a song poet there are few in the world today to match him"Green Man Review, USA
Bloody Monday
Lyrics
No memorial stands remembering the names
Of those to whom Hexham Riot laid claim
Brushed under the carpet of History’s shame
Fifty-one dead and gone
On Bloody Monday
From factories and farmlands
From mills and from mines
Fair flowers of Northumberland cut down in their prime
Cut down like corn
On Bloody Monday
Red the coats of the militiamen
Red their bayonets glistening
Red the ground on that black day
And red the setting sun
On Bloody Monday
Sarah Carter and her unborn child
On the cold hard cobbles fell
A lead ball of lightning striking twice
Like a deadly bolt from Hell
On Bloody Monday
The day after Bloody Monday
The heaven’s wept in sorrow
Washing away the blood and gore
So there’d be no trace left tomorrow
But they could never wash away the memories
Of Bloody Monday
Red the coats of the militiamen
Red their bayonets glistening
Red the ground on that black day
And red the setting sun
On Bloody Monday
I would beat the drum slowly
Toll the Abbey bells lowly
And sing a song from the heart
I’d erect a memorial proud
Read fifty-one names out loud
A Roll of Honour every year I’d impart
On Bloody Monday
(Gary Miller)
© 2003 Whippet Records
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Notes
One of several songs Gary was commissioned to write for Hexham Riot, 1761.
