Dick Gaughan Follow

In Auchengeich there stauns a pit
The wheel above it isnae turnin
For on a gray September morn
The fires o Hell below were burnin
Tho in below the coal lay rich
It's richer nou for aa that burnin
For forty sieven brave men lie deid
Tae wives an sweetherts ne'er returnin
The seams are rich in Auchengeich
The coal below is black an glistenin
But, och, the cost is faur ower dear
For human lives there is nae recknin
For coal is black an coal is reid
An coal is rich ayont a treasure
It's black wi wark an reid wi bluid
It's richness nou in lives we measure
Faur better that we'd never wrocht
A thousan years o wark an grievin
For the coal is black like the mournin shroud
The women left behind are weavin