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