The occurrence of the Spring Hill Mine Disaster of 1958 brought about much attention from onlookers, as well as reporters through local and global sources of media. According to Rosenberg, Virginia Bluegrass singer Bill Clifton was personally touched by a remark made by Ruddick when his rescuers’ reached him. Clifton made a quick phone call to Ruddick, who was in the Springhill Miners Hospital, asking him if he would write his story. Before the closing of 24 hours, Clifton received a poem from Ruddick.
There’s a hard luck mining town in Nova Scotia, whose glory is sad with fame,
It’s been hit by explosions, fires and bumps, everyone’s heard of Springhill’s name.
We recall the day we made our way, without a thought of dread,
We rode way down to our shaft underground, to earn our daily bread.
That day on October 23rd at 8 o’clock, Springhill rocked.
We recall not too much after that, most of us were down and trapped,
While rescuers toiled in vain to aid us miners wracked in pain.
Hear and listen to our plea, after days of torture our prayers came through,
Thanks to the aid of old friends and new.
Many are the thanks we extend to all, in answer to our Saviour’s call.
With permission, Clifton expanded the poem with local friends and musicians, Paul Clayton and Sonny Pembroke. Within a few hours they were able to create a six-verse ballad while maintaining Ruddick’s central theme as well as well as his phrase which first inspired Clifton: “Give me some water and I’ll sing you a song.” According to Rosenberg, Clifton and one member of his band, Dixie Mountain Boys, recorded The Springhill Mine Disaster in Nashville on November 5, the day before the last body was removed from the Springhill Mine. It was immediately released in both Canada and the United States and received extensive airplay on Halifax radio as well as on the “Western Airs” hit parade at CHNS. Ruddick also appeared on The Ed Sullivan Show although it is not known if this song was performed. Ruddick is listed as a co-author of the song and donated his share of the royalties to a fund for the families of the men lost in the disaster.
Source: Rosenberg, Neil V. 2000. The Springhill Mine Disaster Songs: Class, Memory, and Persistence in Canadian Folksong. In Northeast Folklore: Essays in Honor of Edward D. Ives, ed. Pauleena MacDougall and David Taylor, 153-87. Orono, ME: University of Maine Press & Maine Folklife Center.
The twenty-third of October, we’ll remember that day;
Down the shaft underground in our usual way.
In the Cumberland pit how the rafters crashed down
And the black hell closed ’round us ’way down in the ground.
Now when the news reached our good neighbors nearby,
The rescue work started; our hopes were still high.
But the last bit of hope like our lamps soon burned dim;
In the three-foot high dungeon we joined in a hymn
In that dark, black hole in the ground.
Only God will ever know all that happened down there.
How we watched Percy Rector die gasping a prayer,
And young Clarke had his birthday, he thought, in his grave;
After days of cruel torture we’d no hopes to be saved.
We sang altogether, though racked through with pain.
When they broke through we knew that our prayers weren’t in vain.
I crawled through the tunnel, they helped me along.
I said: “Give me some water and I’ll sing you a song
Of that dark, black hole in the ground!”
I’ll sing you a song of the bravest of men,
Of those who remained to go digging again
To bring the coal up from ten thousand feet deep,
And the others who stayed there forever to sleep.
Oh, be thankful you fellows brought back from the dead,
And pray for your friends who have gone on ahead.
And you boys up in heaven as you look on down,
Don’t forget to remember Springhill mining town
And that dark, black hole in the ground!