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Blantyre Explosion

Christy Moore
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Christy Moore


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 summer's 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.



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