I've got a clock that wakes me

every morning for my day

I've got a corn that gives me 

warning when it's  going to rain.

I've got a dream that's coming true,

I've got a sweety in view

 

I'm as happy as can be, 'cause I've

fallen in love with a girl you see

I haven't told her, she hasn't told me

But we know it just the same.

 

Saturday night on her settee

Oh what a time there's going to be

Collier lads for ever more, my boys

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, my lads
Collier lads for ever more.

 

If I had another penny I would

have another gill and

I would make the piper play

The Bonnie Lass of Byker Hill

 

My Ginny she sits ower late up,

my Ginny she sits ower late up
My Ginny she sits ower late up

between the pint pot and the cup 

It's down the pits we'll go, my

laddies, and down the pits we'll

go, my marras
We'll try our will and use our

skill to cut them ridges down

below

 

My Ginny she is never near,

my Ginny she is never near
And when I call out, Where's

my supper, she orders up

another pint of beer

 

When first I came into the

dirt I had no trousers nor pit

shirt And now I'm gettin' two

or three, Walker Pit's done

well for me

 

Hey Ginny come home to

your little baby, hey Ginny

come home to your little baby
Hey Ginny come home to your

little baby with a pint of beer

all under your arm.

 

The poor coal cutter gets two

shillings, the deputy gets

half a crown andthe overman

gets five and sixpence, lads,

just for riding up and down.

 

Geordie Johnson had a pig

and he hit it with a shovel

and it danced a jig
All the way to Byker Hill

he danced the Elsie Marley