Level No. 6.
Song. Tune, “Bound to be a Row.”
Come a’ ye jolly miners an’ listen tae ma sang,
An’ then in pity drap a tear as doon the vale ye gang,
For a puir unlucky chappie wha’s been in mony a fix,
An’ is noo a powny driver doon in Level No. 6.
CHORUS.
In Level No. 6—in Level No. 6.
Yer sorrows are nae far tae seek,
In Level No. 6.
There are twa pownies in the mine, a braw an’ bonnie pair,
An’ physically fit are they tae dae their wark an’ mair;
But Dandy wi’ his funeral step, an’ Bobbie wi his tricks,
Mak’ the driver’s life a burden doon in Level No. 6.
CHORUS.
An’ then the ruif is far owre low, wi’ the hinger hingin’ doon,
Yer needin’ stickin’ plaister aye, for the dressin’ o’ yer croon;
Sometimes ye think ye’ve got it, frae a hunerwecht o’ bricks—
Job’s patience wadna’ stan’ the test in Level No. 6.
CHORUS.
Whiles when ye think ye’re daein’ weel, an’ a sang begin tae croon,
It’s then ye hear the gaffer’s plaint—“Is this a’ ye hae dune?”
If ye dinna get the ha’pence, ye’re shair tae get the kicks
Frae the gaffers or the pownies doon in Level No. 6.
CHORUS.
The miners doon in No. 6 are awfu’ han’s tae sweer;
Gang and hear them for yersel’ gin ye think that I’m a leear;
There’s the Billys and the Sandys, the Taffys and the Micks,
Cosmopolitan is jist the word for Level No. 6.
CHORUS.
Wi’ a’ this fash an’ worry, I’m seek an’ tired o’ life,
An’ I’d gledly gang an’ droon masel’ gin that would end the strife;
But a worse micht then befa’ me, for I’m nae freen o’ Auld Nick’s,
Sae I think I’d better work awa’ in Level No. 6.
CHORUS.