Christy Moore - Clyde's Bonnie Banks lyrics
[Christy Moore - Clyde's Bonnie Banks lyrics]
By Clyde's Bonnie Banks as I sadly did wander
Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
I spied a fair maiden all
Dressed in deep mourning
She was weeping and wailing with many a sigh
I stepped up beside her and
Thus I addressed her
"Pray tell me fair maid of
Your sorrow and pain"
Oh 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 in the mines of high Blantyre he came
The wedding was fixed all
The guest were invited
That calm summers evening my Johnny was slain
The explosion was heard
All 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
Three hundred and ten young miners were slain
Now husbands and wives and
Sweethearts and brothers
That Blantyre explosion you'll never forget
And all you young miners that
Hear my sad story
Remember your comrades who lie at their rest
More Info maybe it was Arthur Johnson
Of Glasgow or Dick
Gaughan of Leith who first sang this song
It could have been in the backroom of The
Scotia or the snug in Sandy BellsStill the
Bosses skimp on safety conditions
In the workplaceIn 2007
I see it every where I go
Among the pit heaps as evening drew nigh
I spied a fair maiden all
Dressed in deep mourning
She was weeping and wailing with many a sigh
I stepped up beside her and
Thus I addressed her
"Pray tell me fair maid of
Your sorrow and pain"
Oh 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 in the mines of high Blantyre he came
The wedding was fixed all
The guest were invited
That calm summers evening my Johnny was slain
The explosion was heard
All 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
Three hundred and ten young miners were slain
Now husbands and wives and
Sweethearts and brothers
That Blantyre explosion you'll never forget
And all you young miners that
Hear my sad story
Remember your comrades who lie at their rest
More Info maybe it was Arthur Johnson
Of Glasgow or Dick
Gaughan of Leith who first sang this song
It could have been in the backroom of The
Scotia or the snug in Sandy BellsStill the
Bosses skimp on safety conditions
In the workplaceIn 2007
I see it every where I go