Byker Hill Lyrics - Dave Swarbrick

If I had another penny 

I would have another gill 

And I would make the piper play 

The bonny lass of Byker Hill 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more, me boys 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more 

Me, Ginny, she sits over late up 

Me, Ginny, she sits over late up 

Me, Ginny, she sits over late up 

Between the pint pot and the cup 

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers 

It's down the pits, we'll go me marrers 

Well, try our wills and use our skill 

To cut them ridges down below 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more, me boys 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more 

Me, Ginny, she is never near 

Me, Ginny, she is never near 

And when I call out, "Where's me supper?" 

She orders up another pint of beer 

When first I come into the dirt 

I had no trousers nor pit shirt 

And now I've getting two or three 

Walker Pit done well by me 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more, me boys 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more 

Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby 

Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby 

Hey Ginny, come home to your little baby 

With a pint of beer all under your arm 

The poor coal cuttee gets two shillings 

The deputy get half a crown 

And the over man gets five and sixpence 

That's just for riding up and down 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more, me boys 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more 

Geordie Johnson had a pig 

And he hit it with a shovel and it danced a jig 

All the way to Byker Hill 

He danced the Elsie Marley 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more, me boys 

Byker Hill and Walker Shore, me lads 

Collier lads for ever more