As me and my marrow was ganning to wark,

We met with the devil, it was in the dark;

I up with my pick, it being in the neit,

I knock’d off his horns, likewise his club feet.

As me and my marrow was putting the tram,

The lowe it went out, and my marrow went wrang;

You would have laugh’d had you seen the gam,

The deil gat my marrow, but I gat the tram,

Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, what dost thou think?

I’ve broken my bottle, and spilt a’ my drink;

I lost a’ my shin-splints among the great stanes,

Draw me t’ the shaft, it’s time to gan hame.

Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, where hast thou been?

Driving the drift from the low seam,

Driving the drift from the low seam:

Had up the lowe, lad, deil stop out thy een!

Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, this is wor pay week,

We’ll get penny loaves and drink to our beek;

And we’ll fill up our bumper, and round it shall go,

Follow the horses, Johnny lad oh!

There is my horse, and there is my tram;

Twee horns full of greese will make her to gang;

There is my hoggars, likewise my half shoon,

And smash my heart, marrow, my putting’s a’ done.