Byker Hill and Walker Shore, my lads
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
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