| I went out to get some water,
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| Get some water for my tea.
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| I caught my foot and down I stumbled;
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| A collier lad’s come a kissing me.
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| My mother says I mustn’t have a collier;
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| It would surely break her heart.
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| I don’t care what my mother tells me,
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| I’ll have a collier for my sweetheart.
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| «If you leave your collier sweetheart,
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| I’ll buy you a guinea gold ring.
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| You shall have a silver cradle
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| For to rock your baby in»
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| I don’t want your silks and satins,
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| I don’t want your guinea gold ring.
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| I don’t want your silver cradle
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| For to rock my baby in!
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| Collier lads get gold and silver,
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| Ferranti’s lads got nowt but brass,
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| And who’d be married to a lad from Ferranti’s
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| When there are plenty of collier lads… collier lads!
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| My mother said I could be a fine lady
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| If from my collier lad I’d part.
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| I’d sooner walk on the bottom of the ocean
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| Than give up my collier sweetheart, sweetheart
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| My collier sweetheart.
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| I went out to get some water,
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| Get some water for my tea.
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| I caught my foot and down I stumbled;
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| A collier lad’s come a kissing me.
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| A kissin' and kissin', kissin' and kissin',
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| A collier lad’s come kissing me! |