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Skip Tender
You bet I'll give you a job,
the superindent said with a laugh
but to prove to me you want one,
you'll skiptend in the shaft.
I hate working in the shaft,
it's not like busting rock.
Now here I am, out on the bum,
what choices have I got.
The hoist and hoistman looked -
shakey I could tell.
The mine had four levels
skip pockets looked like hell.
But I went to work and I never shirked
and I was as happy as a loon
I lowered supplies in the morning
and hoisted muck in the afternoon.
I hung around a month or so,
in this nasty place.
Then this finally happened
and how my heart did race.
I was on the 800 level,
standing there telling Jack.
Stay right here old chum
and I'll send the lagging back.
I belled up for the collar
and UP I did not go
I headed for the bottom
and I wasn't going slow.
With every set it picked up speed,
I felt the need to repent.
Then all of a sudden it stopped with a jerk
down to the floor I went.
The hoistman pulled me back
to the level there
Jack leaned over the gate
and gave me a funny glare
Jack said these simple words -
fast trip glad your back.
You know people pay good money
to take a ride like that.
Copyright 1997 Joel Tankersley
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