Dave Swarbrick Byker Hill lyrics

If I had another penny
I would have another gill
And I would make the piper play
The bonny lass 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 skill
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 pit shirt
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 over man 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