I lost a’ my shin-splints among the great stanes,
Draw me t’ the shaft, it’s time to gan hame.
Follow the horses, &c.
Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, where hast thou been?
Driving the drift from the low seam,
Driving the drift from the low seam:
Had up the lowe, lad, deil stop out thy een!
Follow the horses, &c.
Oh! marrow, oh! marrow, this is wor pay week,
We’ll get penny loaves and drink to our beek;