1
Last Saturday neet by the banks of the Dee
I met old man in distress I could see;
I stepped up beside him and to me he did say:
“I can’t get employment - for me hair it’s turned grey.”
2
“I am an old miner aged fifty and six
If I could get lots why I’d raffle me picks;
I’d raffle ’em, I’d sell ’em, I’d hoy ’em away
’Cos I can’t employment - for me hair it’s turned grey.”
3
“When I was a young chap I was just like the rest
Each day in the pit I’d do my very best;
If I got a good place, I’d be hewin’ aal day
Now at fifty and six - me hair it’s turned grey.”
4
“Now last Wednesday neet to the Reckonin’ I went
To the colliery office I went straight fornenst;
I got me wage packet, I was walkin’ away
When they gave us me notice - for me hair it’s turned grey.”
5
“Now aal ye young fellows, it’s ye’s that’s to blame
If ye got good places ye’d dee just the same;
If ye got a good price ye’d hew it away
But ye’re bound to regret it - when your hair it turns grey.”
6
“I am an old miner aged fifty and six
If I could get lots why I’d raffle me picks;
I’d raffle ’em, I’d sell ’em, I’d hoy them away
’Cos I can’t employment - for me hair it’s turned grey.”