| Lyrics: | 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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