HARDIE'S MEN

Crawling around in the hot dark stopes

Sifting through rubble, bent over double

Theyre down on their knees in the darkness

Searching for blue veins of profit or death

I guess it depends where you stand

For the kooris from up Baryulgil way,

Requests for protection were met with rejection

Profits derived from the Bundjalung blood

Dust raining on faces like mud

Just what do the shareholders share

Nobody mention the Factories Report

Don't worry about warnings

Just take the earnings

Yes they were hardy men, but they were Hardies' men

But their loyalty and trust was just ground into dust

Like the dust that will be their end

But as their lesions grow, well the profits still flow

To those boardroom boys with their Bavarian toys

But now they flow to Amsterdam

Stooping for hours at that lethal belt

Picking our waste, as the dust cakes their faces

Sweeping a floor that will never be clean

Dust falling back where the broom has just been

Like Sysiphus called to the mountain

Each single breath brings them closer to death

Don't worry about just, just weigh the dust

Chorus

Gasping for air through a portapak,

Another mate gone and the memories flood back

Rasping and hacking and coughing up blood,

Just how crook must you be to die.

Chorus (repeat with amended second section as follows

But they'll let Hardies know, that these men of snow

Won't give up their fight to achieve their rights

Even though you've gone......to Amsterdam

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