As me an' me marra was gannin' to wark,
We met wi' the devil, it was i' the dark;
Aw up wi' mi pick, it being i' the neet,
Aw knock't off his horns, likewise his club-feet.
Chorus:
Foller the horses, Johnny me laddie,
Foller them through, me canny lad, oh!
Foller the horses, Johnny me laddie,
Oh lad lye away, me canny lad, oh!
As me an' me marra was puttin' the tram,
The lowe it went oot, and me marra went wrang;
Ye wad ha' laughed had ye seen the gam,
The De'il tyeuk me marra, but aw gat the tram.
Oh marra, oh marra, what dost thou think?
I've broken me bottle and spilt a' me drink;
I've lost a' me shin-splints amang the greet stanes;
Draw me to the shaft, lad, it's time to gan hyem.
Oh Marra, oh Marra, where hest thou been?
Drivin' the drift frae the low seam,
Drivin' the drift frae the low seam,
Ha'd up the lowe, lad, De'il stop oot thy e'en!
Oh marra, oh marra, this is wor pay week,
We'll get penny loaves, and drink to wor beek;
And we'll fill up wor bumper, and roond it shall go,
Follow the horses, me Johnny lad, oh!
There is me horse, and there is me tram,
Twee horns full o' grease will myek her to gan;
There is me hoggers, likewise me half-shoon,
And smash me heart, marra, me puttin's a' deun!