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/ He's a muckle man, Sandy, he's mair nor sax fit / A size that's no' handy for wark i' the pit, / But frae a' bad mis-chanters he'd aye keepit free / Excep'in' that nicht he'd a fire in his e'e.
He was lyin' an' holin' at wark at the face, / For the gaffer had gi'en him a gey dirty place, / Sae while i' the gloamin' I sat owre my tea / He lowsed an' cam' hame wi' a fire in his e'e.