Image of God (Joe Corrie) Crawlin aboot like a snail in the mud, Covered wi clammy blae, ME, made after the image o God - Jings! But its laughable, tae. Howkin awa neath a mountain o stane, Gaspin for want o air, The sweat makin streams doon my bare back-banes, And my knees a 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 tae the Nimmo squad For eicht and fower a day. Me! Made after the image o God - Jings! But its laughable, tae.
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