MINER LAD



As I walked out one morning, one morning in the spring,

I heard a maiden singing, so sweetly did she sing.

She sang about her miner lad, she sang so pleasantly:

'Of all the lads in our town, it's a miner's lad for me.'



There's two of them from Skipton and two from Draytion town,

And two or them from Batley, a place of high renown.

Six nicer young fellows you never could behold

They could turn the blackest diamonds into silver or bright gold



If you should see my miner lad a-walking down the street

Dressed up in his uniform so canny and so neat,

His teeth are white as ivory, his eyes as black as sloes,

You can always tell a miner lad, no matter where he goes.



I'll build my love a castle, a place of high renown,

Where lords, dukes nor princes can ever pull it down.

For the King he loves his Queen, the Emperor the same,

And I love my miner lad. Who can me blame?



@mine @love

Collected by Gloria Dallas from Kate Healy in Yorkshire

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