If I had another penny,
I would have another gill;
I would make the piper play me
The Bonny Lass of Byker Hill.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore,
Collier lads for ever more!
When first I come down to the dirt,
I had no trousers, no pit shirt;
Now I’ve gotten two or three
Oh, Walker Pit’s done well by me.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore.
Collier lads for ever more!
The pitman and the keelman trim,
They drink bumble made from gin;
Then to dance they do begin
To the tune of Elsie Marley.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore,
Collier lads for ever morе!
Geordie Charlton, he had a pig,
He hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig
All the way to Walker Shore
To the tune of Elsie Marley.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore,
Collier lads for ever more!
Gentle Jennie, she’s behind the barn
With a pint of ale underneath her arm;
A pint of ale underneath her arm,
And she feeds it to the baby.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore,
Collier lads for ever more!
If I had another penny,
I would have another gill;
I would make the piper play me
The Bonny Lass of Byker Hill.
Byker Hill and Walker Shore,
Collier lads for ever more!
bluebird of bitterness