TradByker 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 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 and
The 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
As sung by Martin Carthy