Letra Waggoner Lloyd

Waggoner

Saw ye owt of my love Ganning down on the waggon way
With his pocket full of money and his poke full of hay

Aye but he's a bonnie lad as ever you did see
Though he's sair frowsy freckled and he's blind of an e'e

There's ne'er a lad like my lad drives to a staith on Tyne
Though coal black on workdays, on holidays he's fine

My lad's a canny lad, he works down in the pit
He never comes to see me unless he wants a bit

With his silver in his hand and with love in his e'e
I see my canny lad coming to me

Aye but he's a bonnie lad as ever you did see
Though he's sair pock-brocken and he's blind of an e'e