The Collier Lad - Lesley Garrett

I went out to get some water,

Get some water for my tea.

I caught my foot and down I stumbled;

A collier lad’s come a kissing me.

My mother says I mustn’t have a collier;

It would surely break her heart.

I don’t care what my mother tells me,

I’ll have a collier for my sweetheart.

«If you leave your collier sweetheart,

I’ll buy you a guinea gold ring.

You shall have a silver cradle

For to rock your baby in»

I don’t want your silks and satins,

I don’t want your guinea gold ring.

I don’t want your silver cradle

For to rock my baby in!

Collier lads get gold and silver,

Ferranti’s lads got nowt but brass,

And who’d be married to a lad from Ferranti’s

When there are plenty of collier lads… collier lads!

My mother said I could be a fine lady

If from my collier lad I’d part.

I’d sooner walk on the bottom of the ocean

Than give up my collier sweetheart, sweetheart

My collier sweetheart.

I went out to get some water,

Get some water for my tea.

I caught my foot and down I stumbled;

A collier lad’s come a kissing me.

A kissin' and kissin', kissin' and kissin',

A collier lad’s come kissing me!