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The Cockfight

Come all you colliers far and near,
I'll tell of a cock-fight when and where,
Out on the moors I heard them say
Between the Black and the Bonny Grey.

Now the first come in was the Owdham lads
They bet with all the brass they had,
The reason why, they all did say,
The Black's too big for yer Bonny Grey.

Well, it's into the pub to take a sup,
The cockfight it was soon made up,
Ten guineas a side these cocks will play,
The Charcoal Black and the Bonny Grey.

The Owdham lads stood shoutin' round
"We'll lay yer a quid to half a crown,
If our Black Cock he gets fair play,
He'll rip the wings off yer Bonny Grey."

So the cocks they at it and the Grey was tossed,
And the Owdham lads cried "Now ye've lost!"
Which made our lads to go right pale,
We wished we'd fought for a barrel of ale.

The cocks they at it, one, two, three,
The Charcoal Black got poked in th'ee,
They picked him up to see fair play,
But the Black wouldn't fight with t'Bonny Grey.

With his silver breast and his silver wing,
He's fit to fight before the king.
Horray hooray, oh, hooray hooray,
And away we went with our Bonny Grey.