Crawlin about like a snail in the mud,
Covered wi clammy blae,
ME, made after the image o’ God –
Jings! but it’s laughable, tae.
Howkin awa neath a mountain o’ stane,
Gaspin for want o air,
The sweat makin streams doon my bare back-bane
And my knees aw hauckit and sair.
Strainin and cursin the hale shift through,
Half-starved, half-blin, half-mad;
And the gaffer he says, ‘Less dirt in that coal
Or ye go up the pit, my lad!’
So I gie my life to the Nimmo squad
For eicht and fower a day;
Me! made after the image o’ God –
Jings! but it’s laughable, tae.
(Joseph Corrie)
More Poetry from Joseph Corrie:
- 'Miners Wives' (Joseph Corrie Poems)
- In Hunter's Bar (Joseph Corrie Poems)
- Sonnet (Joseph Corrie Poems)
- I Am The Common Man (Joseph Corrie Poems)
- Scottish Pride (Joseph Corrie Poems)
- God! How I've Wearied For The Spring (Joseph Corrie Poems)