Songs > I Can Hew

The word "lad" can be replaced with the word lass, as well as "dad" with mam, depending on who's singing it


 Chorus:
I can hew, boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew, boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
 
On Saint Monday's day, it's well I do admire
To be sitting at home by me own coal fire
Then it's down to the pub, for a glass or two
For to work on a Monday, that would never do 
 
Well I likes my whiskey and I likes my beer
I'll drink fourteen pints and I'll not feel queer
I can hold my liquor good as any man
And I'll dance and sing as long as I can 
 
Well my boy he's fourteen, he's a strappin' lad
And he'll go to he pits soon, just like his dad
And when Friday comes, we'll pick up our pay
And we'll drink together, to round out the day 
 
And its when I'm dead, I do know full well
I'll not go to heaven, I am bound for hell
And my pick and shovel, old Nick he will admire
And he'll set me hewin' coal for his own hell fire

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