The Gallowgate Lad The Unthanks

One night near the grand Central Station
Among crowds that were hurrying by
I happened to see Meggy Bensin
And sairly the lassie did cry
Says I, canny lass what's the matter?
Says she, quite dejected, I's sad
I'm grieving for Jack, that's my lover
My bonny bit Gallowgate lad

You'll know him, Joe isn't he handsome?
As clever a lad as you'll see
He was striker at Stivvisin's Factory
But lately he's been on the spree
He got baged for getting on the fuddle
Oh I think he mun fairly gone mad
When he went and he's joined the Militia
My bonny bit Gallowgate lad

All the neighbours declared he was lazy
But spite'll make bissy folks speek
Though I know, though I oughtn't to mention
He never worked more than a week
But with folks gone keep quiet their faillings
I grieve for my love that's a swad
Oh, his best o' claes are his soldier's
My brave-looking Gallowgate lad