New York Mine Disaster 1941
Martin Carthy Lyrics


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In the event of something happening to me,
There is something I would like you all to see.
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
Maybe someone is digging underground,
Or have they given up and all gone home to bed,
Thinking those who once existed must be dead.

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

In the event of something happening to me,
There is something I would like you all to see.
It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.

Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?




Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Martin Carthy's song 'New York Mine Disaster 1941' tell the story of a man who is trapped underground in a mine and fears he may not make it out alive. He wants to make sure that the world knows who he is and who he loved, and asks if anyone has seen his wife. The repetition of the question "have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?" highlights the anxiety and desperation of the man's situation. He also listens intently for any sign of rescue or hope, describing how he is "straining my ears to hear a sound" and wondering if "someone is digging underground."


The chorus warns Mr. Jones not to "go talking too loud" for fear of causing a landslide, suggesting that the mine has already been destabilized by the disaster. The final verse repeats the initial stanza, emphasizing the man's desire to be remembered and recognized before his potential demise. Overall, the song is a poignant and haunting reflection on mortality, love, and memory.


Line by Line Meaning

In the event of something happening to me,
If something happens to me,


There is something I would like you all to see.
I have something to show you.


It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.
It's a photo of someone I knew.


Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know where my wife is, Mr. Jones?


Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Do you know what it's like out here?


Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
Please don't talk too loud, you might cause trouble.


I keep straining my ears to hear a sound.
I'm listening closely for any noise.


Maybe someone is digging underground,
Perhaps someone is digging beneath the ground,


Or have they given up and all gone home to bed,
Or maybe they've given up and gone to bed,


Thinking those who once existed must be dead.
Assuming that those who used to be here are dead.


In the event of something happening to me,
If something happens to me,


There is something I would like you all to see.
I have something to show you.


It's just a photograph of someone that I knew.
It's a photo of someone I knew.


Have you seen my wife, Mr. Jones?
Do you know where my wife is, Mr. Jones?


Do you know what it's like on the outside?
Do you know what it's like out here?


Don't go talking too loud, you'll cause a landslide, Mr. Jones.
Please don't talk too loud, you might cause trouble.




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: BARRY GIBB, ROBIN HUGH GIBB

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Comments from YouTube:

DealReal12

This is Absolutely Delightful!In Martin Carthy's hands even the greatest of tunes Gets Better!Amazing! And of course I Love the Bee Gees original!

Jake Oneill

Great song! Great Singer!

David Andrews

This is basically the genius of the brothers Gibb meets the genius of Mr & Mrs Carthy's lad.

Matthew Kowalsky

It becomes rather more of a Welsh disaster as he sings Mr. Jones, as if he knew the bastard.

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