Ten thousand men, They are bleeding once again, On the coalfields of Rothbury Town For the Government to say, A reduction in your pay, Or we shall bring in a hand From abroad O' Norman Brown, How the coppers shot him down, While the battle for old town had raged And the saddest day of all is a miner's burial, When the earth that is harvested is home Even when the war is won, And when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone, The government still killed the miner's son. There were riots in the street, And the sounds of marching feet, The protest of violence and greed And the newspaper ran A story that began, Of the treason for the public to read While the years they have passed, It will never be the last, Of a working man's blood on the ground And for O' Norman Brown, How the coppers shot him down, On the coalfields of Rothbury Town Even when the war is won, And when union flags are flown Even when the years have gone, The government still killed the miner's son.