Rhymes of Northern Bards / Being a Curious Collection of Old and New Songs and Poems, Peculiar to the Counties of Newcastle upon Tyne, Northumberland, and Durham

by Unknown

Our collier lads are for cockades,

And guns to shoot the French, man.

Toll loll de roll de roll de roll.

Then to parade the pitmen went,

Wi’ hearts both stout and strong, man;

Gad smash the French, we are so strang,

We’ll shoot them ev’ry one, man:

Gad smash me sark if I would stick

To tumble them a’ down the pit,

As fast as I could thraw a coal,