chorus
Rap er tbank, me canny lad,
Wind her away, keep turnin,
Us back shift men are gannin hyem,
Well be back here in the mornin.
1
Me father used to call the turn,
When the lang back-shift was ower,
Gannin outbye, youd hear him cry:
Dye knaa itÕs after fower?
2
And then the awful day arrived,
The last shift for me father,
A fall of stones, and brokken bones,
But still above the clatter, he cried:
final chorus
Rap er tbank, me canny lad,
Wind her reet slow, thats clever,
This poor old lad has taken bad,
Ill be back here never.
Sam Dodds