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The Bonnie Pit Laddie

 

Lyrics

The canny pit laddie
The bonnie pit laddie for me oh
He sits on his cracket
As black as his jacket
And brings the black siller to me oh

He works hard
And he brings me all his money oh
He takes me in his arms
And he calls me his hinny oh

The bonnie pit laddie
The canny pit laddie
The bonnie pit laddie for me oh
He sits on his hunkers
And hacks at the bunkers
And brings the black siller to me oh

He comes home
And he tells me all his troubles oh
He's had a row with the gaffer
About his lazy marrers oh

The bonnie pit laddie
The canny pit laddie
The bonnie pit laddie for me oh
He sits in his hole
As black as the coal
And brings the black siller to me oh 


He works hard
And he brings me all his money oh
He takes me in his arms
And he calls me his hinny oh 


The canny pit laddie
The bonnie pit laddie for me oh
He sits on his cracket
As black as his jacket
And brings the black siller to me oh

(Trad. arr. The Whisky Priests)


© 1988 Whippet Records

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Releases (on Whippet Records unless otherwise stated)


Original Studio Version

The First Few Drops

CD/Cassette (WPTCD5/WPTC5) 1991