Here is one from Scotland

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THE BLANTYRE EXPLOSION

By the Clyde's bonny bank as I slowly did wander
Among the pit heaps as the evening drew nigh,
I spied a young woman all dressed in black mourning
A-weeping and wailing with many's a sigh.
I sat down beside her and gently addressed her:
"Would it help you to talk of the cause of your pain?"
Weeping and wailing at last she did answer
"Johnny Murphy," claims she, "is my true lover's name."

Twenty-one years of age, full of youth and good-looking,
To work down the mines of I Blantyre he came.
The wedding was set. All the guests were invited.
That calm summer's evening my Johnny was slain.
The explosion was heard by the women and children.
With sad anxious faces they ran to the mine.
When the news was made heard, all the hills rang with mourning.
One hundred and ten Scottish miners were slain.

Mothers and daughters, sweethearts and lovers,
The Blantyre explosion they will never forget.
All you good people who hear my sad story,
Remember the miners of Blantyre.

Double spacing eliminated. --JoeClone, 21-Aug-02.