Saw ye owt of my love Ganning down on the waggon way
With his pocket full of money and his poke full of hay
Aye but he’s a bonnie lad as ever you did see
Though he’s sair frowsy freckled and he’s blind of an e’e
There’s ne’er a lad like my lad drives to a staith on Tyne
Though coal black on workdays, on holidays he’s fine
My lad’s a canny lad, he works down in the pit
He never comes to see me unless he wants a bit
With his silver in his hand and with love in his e’e
I see my canny lad coming to me
Aye but he’s a bonnie lad as ever you did see
Though he’s sair pock-brocken and he’s blind of an e’e