  Tune—Off she goes. If I had another penny, I would have another gill; I would make the fidlers play The Bonny Lads of Byker Hill. Byker Hill and Walker Shore, Collery lads for ever more; Byker Hill and Walker Shore, Collery lads for ever more. When I cam to Walker wark, I had ne coat nor ne pit sark; But now aw’ve getten twe or three, Walker pit’s deun weel for me. Byker Hill and Walker shore, Collery lads for ever more; Byker Hill and Walker Shore, Collery lads for ever more. |
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