The Collier Lad - Maddy Prior

I went out to get some water

Get some water for my tea

Caught my foot and down I stumbled

A collier lad’s come kissing me

My mother said I mustn’t have a collier

It would surely break her heart

I don’t care what my mother tells me

I’ll have a collier for my sweetheart

If you leave your collier sweetheart

I’ll buy you a guinea gold ring

You shall have a silver cradle

For to rock your baby in

I don’t want your silks and satins

I don’t want a guinea gold ring

I don’t want a silver cradle

For to rock my baby in

Collier lads get gold and silver

Ferranti’s lads get nowt but brass

Who’d be married to a lad from Ferranti’s

When there are plenty of collier lads

My mother said I could be a lady

If from the collier lad I’d part

I’d sooner walk on the bottom of the ocean

Than I’d give up my collier sweetheart

I went out to get some water

Get some water for my tea

Caught my foot and down I stumbled

A collier lad’s come kissing me