Monday
We had a right weekend
We sunk some stuff
Ian Kinloch MacGregor passed away
He never did get any better
This dust it gets everywhere
Mixes in with the sweat
You would have died to be a miner
Defined me, it gave me my self as my surety
My society, my community
Words which she never understood
Words which she never could
Lather, soap bars and shared showers
A white shirt, a stroke of Brylcreem
A few pints; football, darts
A good old game of dominoes