And of their Colliery at Jarrow;
Of coals that are good as e’er swam the flood,
For home consumption or far, O.
They tell us, my friend, there’s coal at Walls-End,
Can scarcely meet with a marrow;
But let them come here, we’ll make it appear,
Coals were not then wrought at Jarrow.
There is Heaton Main, and Walker by name,
Known to most near and far, O;
I this will maintain in language that’s plain,