And run and cry through a’ the town,
God save great George our king, man.
Toll loll, &c.
THE COLLIERS’ PAY WEEK.
The Baff week is o’er—no repining—
Pay-Saturday’s swift on the wing;
At length the blythe morning comes shining,
When kelter makes colliers sing:
’Tis Spring, and the weather is cheary,