Two more:
"Bells of Rhymney/Coal not Dole" by the Oysterband. The live version is phenomenally powerful, "CnD" having been written by a lass from the Kent village I lived in for 14 years. A truly heartrending song from the guts of a community destroyed by pit closures. It is followed by "Bells", in a version completely different from the Byrds' saccharine take on it, with the final line "Who killed the miners?" answered by John yelling "Bastards!!"
Linked to this, a classic song by the great Ed Pickford: "Ee, Aye, Ah Cud Hew"
When Ah was young and in me prime
Ee aye Ah cud hew
Ah was hewin’ aal the time
Noo me hewin’ days are throo, throo
Noo me hewin’ days are through.
Ah’ve lain down flat and shovelled coal
Ee aye Ah cud hew
Me eyes did smart in the dust filled hole
Noo me hewin’ days are throo, throo
Noo me hewin’ days are throo.
Ah’ve worked with marras and they were men
Ee aye Ah cud hew
They were men and sons of men
Noo me hewin’ days are throo, throo
Noo me hewin’ days are throo.
Ah knaa that work was made by men
Ee aye Ah cud hew
But wee made dust Ah’ll nivver ken
Noo me hewin’ days are throo, throo
Noo me hewin’ days are throo.
It’s soon that pit nee mair Ah’ll see
Ee aye Ah cud hew
But Ah’ll carry it round inside of me
Noo me hewin’ days are throo, throo
Noo me hewin’ days are throo.