Coordinates: 55°24′58″N 3°45′46″W / 55.4162°N 3.7629°W / 55.4162; -3.7629
Leadhills, originally settled for the accommodation of miners, is a village in South Lanarkshire, Scotland, 5 3⁄4 miles (9.3 km) WSW of Elvanfoot. Population (1901) 835. Originally known as Waterhead,
It is the second highest village in Scotland at an average height of 1,460 feet (450 m) above sea-level (although the Ordnance Survey are currently remeasuring the height of the village and neighbouring Wanlockhead as it is now thought Leadhills is the lower of the two), near the source of Glengonnar Water, an affluent of the River Clyde.
The Leadhills Miners' Library (also known as the Allan Ramsay Library or the Leadhills Reading Society), founded in 1741 by 21 miners, the local schoolteacher and the local minister, specifically to purchase a collection of books for its members’ mutual improvement — its membership was not restricted to the miners; several non-miners, such as William Symington, John Brown (author of Rab and his Friends) and James Braid, were also full members — houses an extensive antiquarian book collection, local relics, mining records and minerals. The library is the oldest subscription library in the British Isles; and is of significant historical and geological importance.
You've got your little ways to hurt me
You know just how to tear me up
And leave me in small pieces on the ground
You've got your little ways to hurt me
They're not too big but they're real tough
Just one cold look from you can knock me down
To look at you and me, no one would ever know
The pain that I've endured 'cause I won't let it show
My friends would laugh out loud if they only knew
The truth about how I am just your lovesick fool
'Cause you've got your little ways to hurt me
You know just how to tear me up
And leave me in small pieces on the ground
And you've got your little ways to hurt me
They're not too big but they're real tough
Just one cold look from you can knock me down
The sadness in my eyes should somehow be a clue
But no one here would ever suspect sweet little you
There've been rumors of the truth but I've kept it quiet
'Cause I'm too ashamed to let them know you make me cry
And you've got your little ways to hurt me
You know just how to tear me up
And leave me in small pieces on the ground
You've got your little ways to hurt me
They're not too big but they're real tough
Just one cold look from you can knock me down