CHORUS:

Mister Lignite Man ye'r taakin greed,
We hae fiels, we hae trees, we hae aa we need,
A doot ye think we're aa saft in tha heid,
A doot ye think we're aa daft indeed,
Saft in the heid, an daft indeed,
A doot ye think we're aa daft indeed.

Dinnae ye worry hae aboot neither reek nor stoor,
It wull be aa filtered oot sae sweet an pure;
Dinnae ye worry hae boot waater pollution,
We'll pipe aa rivers an burns, quare solution,
Dinnae ye worry aboot yer twa hunner yeir oul hoose,
For thon oul stanes are nae mair onie use;
Dinnae greet ower loassin neiboors an freens,
Ye can blether on tha phone fae morn til e'en.

Think o tha gowd, think o tha siller,
Ye'll aa be sae rich aa thegither;
Wha needs green fiels, wha needs clean air
Wae thoosans in tha bank an mair tae spare
Wha needs kye oot dannerin aboot,
Wha needs byres ye'r aye muckin oot;
Wha needs hens, pigs or a horse,
Wae money in yer poacket an mair in yer purse

Some folk says whit aboot a rabbit an hare,
They'll hae tae tak aff an that's naw fair;
Oul brock an sly fox ye'll nae lang'r see,
But ye can watch them an mair on DVD.
An fur aa tha wee birds yis seem wile feart,
Ye say their sweet sang wull nae lang'r be heerd,
Fur blackbirds an thrushes singin wae glee,
Is aa heart noo on cassette an CD

Whit hae yis noo, ye hae nithin ava,
Ye hae tae thole rain sleet an snaw;
Wae aa tha riches we'll soon gain,
Ye'll be fit tae flit tae sunny Spain
Jut think yis aa on prosperitee,
Luxoorie for aa yer posteritee,
Pu doon aa au sinnerie, ye'll hae a quare lauch,
Lissen tae me weans, ye'll ne better aff.

The North of County Antrim is known every where
For its outstanding beauty which is beyond compare
But what the future has in store could change it for all time
And all because it has been planned to open a lignite mine
Around five thousand acres of agricultural land
Just outside Ballymoney has been earmarked for the plan
Folks who have lived there for years would have to move away
A community would disappear it would be a sad, sad day

CHORUS:

So please leave us the way we are don't change our countryside
That we so fondly cherish and live in with such pride
Leave us with the beauty that nature has designed
North Antrim could well do without a lignite mine

The townlands will see changes like they've never seen before
'Round Leitrim, Culramoney, The Top and Ballaghmore
There'll be no herds of milking cows there'll be no pastures green
And little playful lambs in Spring no longer will be seen
No more we'll see the farmers toiling through the silage and the hay
There'll be no combine harvesters around in autumn time
And all because it has been planned to open a lignite mine

So we must pray both night and day to the great man up above
That folks will be allowed to stay in the countryside they love
And toil as their forefathers did in bygone days of yore
And keep the grasses growing green for ever, ever more.