Lines on a young female lamenting for her true lover
who was lost in the first explosion in Blantyre 1877 Oct 22.
Air. The three leafed shamrock
One fine summers evening
In the pleasant month of May,
As I went down the Glasgow road
And carelessly did stray.
I heard a fair young female
Lamenting very sore,
Saying johnny dearest johnny
You are laid to rise no more.
I spoke unto this lovely girl
Saying why are you grieving so,
What's the reason of your grief
For I would like to know.
The cause of all my sorrow
The same you heard before,
'Tis for the loss of a collier lad
Who is laid to rise no more.
With these words then she began
Her sad and dismal tale,
And is was a trying sight
Her sorrows to bewail.
With her soft and kindly words
She made my heart fell sore,
And still it was her constant cry
I will never see him more.
Being on the twenty second of October
To Blantyre Pits did go,
In Eighteen Seventy Seven
Which caused all the woe.
To labor for a livelihood
As many done before,
But along with many others
He is laid to rise no more.
The [bows] was out the day was fixed
When married we would be,
My love and I were going to sail
Unto America.
In hopes a handsome fortune
To make upon that shore,
But alas my handsome collier lad
Has gone forever more.
Summer will return again
And nature shall be gay,
But I must finish up my song
I can no longer stay.
She says till death doeth close her eyes
She'll mind forever more,
And die a broken hearted maid
For him who is no more.
