Traditional By Clide's bonnie banks as I sadly did wander Among the tall … heaps as evening grew high I spied a fair maiden, a-weeping and wailing A-weeping and wailing with many a sigh I stepped up beside her and this I adressed her 'Pray, tell me fair maid, of your trouble and pain' Sobbing and sighing she sadly 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 to 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 faces made haste to the mine When the news was made known, the hills rang with their mourning Three hundred and ten young miners were k**ed Mmm … Now husbands and wives and sweethearts and brothers That Blantyre explosion they'll never forget And all you young miners that hear my sad story Shed a tear for the victims who were laid to their rest.