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<div class='textboxV3' id='pgTextboxV3_1'>The first song that plays on the site, is about this disaster.<br /><br />THE TRIMDON GRANGE COLLIERY EXPLOSION<br /><br />Mining disasters and colliery explosions were a feature of life in the coal mining days of County Durham history The Trimdon Grange Colliery Explosion which took place ion February 16 1883 is especially famous because it was recorded in a song by the County Durham Pitman poet Tommy Armstrong of Tanfield Lea, North West Duham(1848-1920). Tommy's song was composed to raise money in aid of the widows and orphans.<br /><br />Let us not think of tomorrow, <br />Lest we disappointed be; <br />All our joys may turn to sorrow, <br />As we all may daily see. <br />Today we may be strong and healthy, <br />But how soon there comes a change <br />As we may learn from the explosion. <br />That has been at Trimdon Grange. <br /><br /><br />Men and boys left home that morning. <br />For to earn their daily bread. <br />Little thought before that evening <br />That they'd be numbered with the dead; <br />Let us think of Mrs Bumett, <br />Once had sons but now has none. <br />By the Trimdon Grange explosion. <br />Joseph George and Tames are gone. <br /><br /><br /> <br />February left behind it <br />What will never be forgot; <br />Weeping widows, helpless children, <br />May he found in many a cot, <br />Homes that once were blest with comfort, <br />Guarded by a father's care, <br />Now are solemn, sad and gloomy, <br />Since the father is not there. <br /><br /><br /> <br />Little children, kind and and loving, <br />From their homes each day would run <br />Far to meet their father's coming, <br />As each hard day's work was done. <br />Now they ask if father's left them. <br />Then the mother hangs her head <br />With a weeping widows feelings. <br />Tells the child that father's dead." <br /><br /><br /> <br />God protect the lonely widow, <br />Help to raise each drooping head; <br />Be a father to the orphans, <br />Never let them cry for bread. <br />Death will pay us all a visit, <br />They have only gone before; <br />We may meet the Trimdon victims <br />where explosions are no more.</div>
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