By Clyde's bonny banks as I slowly did wander Among the pit heaps as the evening grew nigh I spied a young woman all dressed in black mourning Weeping and wailing with many a sigh I stepped up beside her and gently addressed her Would it help you to talk about the cause of your pain? Weeping and wailing at last she did answer Johnny Murphy, kind sir, is my true lover's name.
Twenty one years of age, full of youth and good looking To work down the mine of High Blantyre he came Our wedding was fixed all the guests were invited That calm summers' evening my Johnny was slain The explosion was heard by the women and children With pale anxious faces they ran to the mine When the news was made known all the hills rang with mourning Thee hundred and ten Scottish miners were slain.
Mothers and daughters and sweethearts and lovers The Blantyre explosion you'll never forget All you good people who hear my sad story Remember the miners who lie at their rest.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
