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“Collliers Every Wan”, by James Cornfield

Blantyre plaque to pit disaster, high Blantyre.

Colliers Every Wan (In memory of the Blantyre Disaster, 22nd October 1877)

They came fae Erin this family o’ mine,
Tae Scotia’s fair land tae work underground.
Wi’ promise o’ plenty ringin’ in thur ears,
They fun’ only poverty, blood, sweat an’ tears.

Nothing hid changed at the end o’ the day,
Same bosses, same serfdom, same low pay.
The local Scotchmen didnae like them at aw’,
Fur they took aw’ thur joabs an’ thur hooses in the Raw.

Different religions didnae help them as well,
In fact it wis jist like livin’ in Hell.
Trouble in Pit, mair when they came hame,
Thur wir times when they wished they’d never came.

But aw’ this wid change wi’ the passage o’ time,
When fate took a hand doon there in that mine.
A build up o’ gas, a wee naked flame,
An’ maist o’ these colliers wid never go hame. 

The horn oan the Pithead blew long an’ forlorn,
Tae signal bad news that fateful morn.
Folk came runnin’ fae aw’ o’er the toon,
Every wan tae a man, volunteered tae go doon.

Nae thought o’ danger, nor religion too,
They aw’ worked thegither wi’ a common view.
The fellowship o’ man was born that day,
In Blantir toon, how I wish it wid stay. 

Two hundred and sixteen colliers lay dead,
Killed in pursuit o’ thur daily bread.
Men, boys an’ uncles, brithers an aw’,
Wid never return tae thur hoose in the Raw. 

James Cornfield 2002

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