hartley calamity

THE HARTLEY CALAMITY

The disaster at the Hester Pit, New Hartley, took place on January 16th, 1862, when a beam supporting the pumping engine cracked and fell into the pit shaft, completely blocking all exit from the mine. Despite the efforts of the rescuers it was not until January 22 that anyone was able to enter the mine workings, by which time all those trapped below had suffocated. The total death toll, including five who were killed by the falling beam as they descended to the mine in the cage, was 204. The horror of the event was felt throughout the region, and across the country, and eventually resulted in legislation making a second outlet from a mine a legal requirement. Joseph Skipsey's response to the tragedy was to write his poem which he recited at meetings and events to raise money for the bereaved families. Robert Spence Watson, Skipsey's friend and biographer, described his reading thus:

... he entered so evidently into the spirit of the thing and brought out the terrible, tragic nature of the slow death creeping over father and son, carrying away brothers side by side ... that it was impossible to listen without being greatly affected.

The poem appeared in the early collection The Collier Lad in 1864, and was included in the next three collections but, perhaps surprisingly, omitted from Songs and Lyrics in 1892.

The Hartley men are noble, and

Ye’ll hear a tale of woe

I’ll tell the tale of the Hartley men

The year of sixty-two

Twas on a Thursday morning

The first month of the year

When there befell an event that well

May rend your heart to hear.

Before the day when most folk lay

Still sleeping in their beds

The Hartley men are up and off

To earn their daily bread.

On they toil, with heat they broil

And streams of sweat still glue -

The stour to their skins, till they

Are black as the coal they hew.

Now back and forth the putters go

The wagons to and fro

And clang on clang of wheel and hoof

Ring in the mine below.

The din and strife of human life

Awake in board and wall

When suddenly they feel a shock

And terror grips them all.

Each bosom thuds as each his duds

He snatches and away.

Towards the distant shaft he flees

With all the speed he may

They flee, they flee, by two and three

Towards the shaft, and seek

An answer in each other’s face

To what they dare not speak.

Are we entombed? They seem to ask

For the shaft is closed, and no -

Escape have they to God’s bright day

From out the night below.

So stand in pain the Hartley men

And swiftly o’er them comes

Fond thoughts of friends and families

And memories of their homes.

Despair at length renews their strength

For they the shaft must clear

And soon the sound of mall and pick

Drowns out the voice of fear.

And hark to the blow of the mall below

Do sounds above reply?

Hurra, hurra, for the Hartley men

For now their rescue’s nigh.

But even as for their escape

The men to hope did dare

A second rumble shakes the mine

And drives them to despair.

Yet as they kneel, again they feel

Their strength renewed, again

The swing and ring of the mall attest

The might of the Hartley men.

And hark to the blow of the mall below

Do sounds above reply?

Hurra, hurra, for the Hartley men

For now their rescue’s nigh.

But the beam has collapsed and blocked the shaft

There’s nowhere left to crawl

One by one the lights go out

And darkness covers all

Dear father, till the shaft is cleared

Close beside me keep

My strength is gone, my eyes are tired

I know that I must sleep

Sleep, my son, close by I’ll stay

And watch about thee keep

To stay awake the father strives

But soon he too must sleep.

Oh brother, till the shaft is closed

Close beside me keep

My strength is gone, my eyes are tired

I know that I must sleep

Sleep, brother, sleep, close by I’ll stay

And watch about thee keep

To stay awake the brother strives

But soon he too must sleep.

So down below the Hartley men

Prepared to meet their fate

While up above by the black pit-heap

People could only wait.

And fathers, mothers, sisters, brothers

The lover and the new-made bride

A vigil kept for those who slept

From eve to morning tide.

But still they sleep in silence dread

Two hundred old and young

To awake when heaven and earth have sped

And the final trumpet rung.

Although I knew from the outset that I wanted to include this poem in my selection, I approached the task of putting a tune to it with some trepidation, as it was important to do it justice. The original has 25 4-line verses and I felt that singing the same tune 25 times would not be an effective way of getting the message across. After experimenting with 8-line verses, I eventually settled on a 12-line structure, which seemed to fit well with the events of the narrative. This necessitated some alterations, generally consisting of condensing some verses to fit the structure, but I have been able to keep most of the poem intact and I hope the resulting song does it justice. Since first completing the song, I have extended the sixth verse to try to stay closer to the feeling of the original.

Another song based on the poem was recorded by Tom Gilfellon on the Topic CD The Bonnie Pit Laddie (1975). I was not familiar with this at the time of writing my own version.

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