Martin Carthy And Dave Swarbrick - Byker Hill lyrics

If I had another penny I would have another gill And I would make the piper play The bonny la** of Byker Hill Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more, me boys Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more Me Ginny she sits over late up Me Ginny she sits over late up Me Ginny she sits over late up Between the pint pot and the cup It's down the pits we'll go me marrers It's down the pits we'll go me marrers Well try our wills and use our sk** To cut them ridges down below Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more, me boys Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more Me Ginny she is never near Me Ginny she is never near And when I call out, "Where's me supper?" She orders up another pint of beer When first I come into the dirt I had no trousers nor pitshirt And now I've getting two or three Walker Pit done well by me Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more, me boys Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more 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 cuttee gets two shillings The deputy get half a crown And the overman gets five and sixpence That's just for riding up and down Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more, me boys Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more 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 Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more, me boys Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads Collier lads for ever more