Lines on the death of Robert Jafferie who was killed in Glasgow 1880.
Air - original
I'll sing a song of which you know
That happened here of late,
About poor Robert Jafferie
Who met his untimely fate.
He went to have his holidays
In pleasure and galore,
But alas we'll ner see him again
He's gone forever more.
In July he left his home
Bound for a place of sport,
[Inveraray] was the place I here
He meant for to resort.
When returning from that place
Was got lying in his gore,
At the foot of a stair in Glasgow
Which leaves him now no more.
This man's occupation
I mean to let you see,
He was a [private] Constable
In Dixon's Colliery.
Some people run him down of course
As they do a with all his core,
I say he done his duty
Although he is no more.
Some people will run down the force
Those words I don't believe,
If it was not for the police
Some people could not live.
We would be robbed and plundered
And left lying in our gore,
There's good and bad in every class
Although he is no more.
He was a clever young man
His age was thirty-two,
He's left a wife and family
Their sorrows to subdue.
They may wait on him returning
His loss they do deplore,
He'll ner come back to Blantyre
Poor [larkie] is no more.
