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The Waggoner

Tyneside.
Mostly from oral tradition.
MIDI


    Saw ye owt of my lad
    Ganning down the waggon way,
    With his pocket full of money
    And his poke full of hay ?

    Aye, but he's a bonny 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 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
    A-coming to me.

    Aye but he's a bonny lad
    As ever you did see,
    Though he's sair pock-brocken
    And he's blind of an e'e.