Tank's Poetry
Tank's Poetry |
united states mine rescue association
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By Clyde’s bonny banks as I sadly did wander, Amang the pit heaps, as evening drew nigh, I spied a fair maiden all dressed in deep mourning, A weeping and wailing, with many a sigh. I stepped up beside her, and thus I addressed her, “Pray tell me, fair maid, of your trouble and pain.” Sobbing and sighing, at last she did answer. “Johnny Murphy, kind sir, was my true lover’s 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, That calm summer’s evening young Johnny was slain. “The explosion was heard, all the women and children With pale anxious face made haste to the mine. The news was made known, the hills rang with their mourning. Two hundred and ten young miners were slain. “Now children and wives, and sweethearts and parents, That Blantyre explosion they’ll never forget. And all you young miners who hear my sad story, Shed a tear for the victims who’re laid to their rest." This is a tragic song of a young man killed in the coal pit and a young girl left lamenting. It is a song about the Blantyre mining disaster, which happened on the morning of 22 October 1877. Blantyre Colliery, William Dixon's pit, numbers 1 and 2 were both blasted, killing 207 miners of which the youngest victim was a boy of only 11. The accident left 92 widows and 250 fatherless children. |
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