By Clyde's bonny banks
As I sadly did wander
Among the coal slag heaps
As evening drew nigh

I spied a fair maiden
A-weeping and wailing
Weeping and wailing
With many a sigh

I stepped up beside her
And thus I addressed 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 summеrs evening
Young Johnny was slain

The еxplosion was heard
All the women and children
With pale anxious faces
They haste to the mine

When the news was made known
The hills rang with their moaning
Three-hundred-and-ten
Young miners were killed

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 are laid to their rest