| By Clyde’s Bonnie Banks as I sadly did wander
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| Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
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| I spied a fair maiden all dressed in deep mourning
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| She was weeping and wailing with many a sigh
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| I stepped up beside her and thus I addressed her;
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| «Pray tell me fair maid of your sorrow and pain.»
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| Oh sobbing and sighing at last she did answer;
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| «Johnny Murphy, kind sir, was my true lover’s name.»
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| Twenty one years of age full of youth and good looking
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| To work in the mines of high Blantyre he came
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| The wedding was fixed all the guest were invited
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| That calm summers evening my Johnny was slain
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| The explosion was heard, all the women and children
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| With pale anxious faces they ran to the mine
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| When the news was made known all the hills rang with mourning
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| Three hundred and ten young miners were slain
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| Now husbands and wives and sweethearts and brothers
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| That Blantyre explosion you’ll never forget
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| And all you young miners that hear my sad story
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| Remember your comrades who lie at their rest
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| Maybe it was Arthur Johnson of Glasgow or Dick Gaughan of Leith who first sang
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| this song, it could have been in the backroom of The Scotia or the snug in
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| Sandy Bells. |
| Still the bosses skimp on safety conditions in the workplace.
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| In 2007 I see it every where I go |