Written in 2010 by Gill Bowan with upils at Holy Family RC Primary, Winchburgh
Sung by Carmondean Folkscene
Man made the landscape,
Man made the view
And the red bings in West Lothian
They mind baith me and you.
Thousands came from far and near tae dig deep underground
Tae sink the shafts and shift the soil, shove the hutches, spill the spoil
And blast away the shale for oil that made West Lothian
And lives were lost; sadly, that’s the price of progress CHORUS
The women had it hard enough wi’ a’ they mouths tae feed
Coals tae cairry, weans tae tend, tubs tae fill and claes tae mend,
Workin’ a’ the ‘oors God sends and never get nae rest
Just a room and kitchen for two and six a week
Little left tae spend on beer, we’re raisin’ seven children here
We’ll tak a lodger for a year and try tae mak ends meet.
Scottish ingenuity, Scottish brains and brawn
Raised a row of chimney stacks, built upon our aching backs
Open sores and paraffin hacks were a’ we had tae show
And lives were lost; sadly that’s the price of progress
CHORUS, repeat last line.