Coalhole Medley
We're reet down in t' coal 'ole where t'muck slops on t' winders,
We've used all our coal up an' we're reet down to t' cinders.
If t 'bum bailiff calls he wont know where to find us,
'Cos we're reet down in t' coal 'ole where t' muck slops on t' winders
Cups an' saucers, plates an' dishes, little black lads wi' calico britches.
Where's tha' bin lad, a sellin' papers, who a'for, mi Uncle Willie.
What's he gan thi, a skinny owd 'alfpenny, tight owd bugger
He ought to dee.
On the croft, on the croft, where we played pitch an' toss
An' a copper came an' chased us away;
So I hit him on the head wi' a bloody big lump o' lead,
An' the slimey little bugger ran away.
Oh Mary was a weepin' a weepin' a weepin',
Oh Mary was a weepin' on a bright summer's day.
Oh Mary what you weepin' fer, what 'yu' weepin' fer, what 'yu' weepin fer,
Oh Mary what you weepin' fer, on a bright summer's day
I'm weepin' fer mi lover, fer mi lover, fer mi lover,
I'm weepin fer mi lover, on a bright summers day.
Don't touch my silk dress, mi mother will tell.
Mi boots are guinea gold, an' yours are black lead.
Mi bonnet is blue, mi heart it is true
An' I dare not be seen wi' such rubbish as you.
Ee by gum, I'n't it fun, shootin' peas up a nanny goat's bum?
Well I went up to heaven, one mornin' in May.
Th' angels said "Where dost come from an' where dost tha' stay?"
When I towd 'em from Owdham, how they all did stare,
They said "Come in lad th'ert welcome, th'ert first, un from there".
