The Blantyre Explosion (reinhören)
By Clydes bonny banks where I sadly did wander
Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
I spied a young woman all dressed in deep mourning
A-weeping and wailing with many a sigh
I stepped up beside her and thus I adressed her:
Pray tell me the cause of your trouble and pain!
Weeping and sighing, at last she made answer:
Jonny Murphy, kind sir, was my true lovers name
Twenty-one years of age, full of youth and good looking
To work down the mines of High Blantyre he came
The wedding was fixed, all the guests were invited
The calm summer evening young Jonny was slain
The explosion was heard, all the women and children
With pale anxious faces the haste to the mine
When the truth was made known, the hills rang with their Mourning
Three-hundred-and-ten young minors were slain.
Now husbands and wives and sweethearts and brothers
That Blantyre explosion theyll never forget;
And all you young minors that hear my sad story
Shed a tear for the victims whore laid to their rest.