When I was young I used to go and stay with an aunt who lived a few miles from Edinburgh in a mining village. Every so often her next door neighbour, a miner, would invite his friends round for a drink and a song. We would hear it through the wall!!! And "The Bonny Wells of Wearie" was one of their favourites. I can't think of it now without thinking of my aunt and her neighbour. My aunt passed away a few years ago, but her neighbour, now in his 90s, is still alive. I saw him only a few months ago when I called on his daughter.