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