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