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T:Collier Lass, The
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O:England
A:Lancashire
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Q:120
B:Folk Songs Of Lancashire
N:Mike Harding
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The Collier Lass

My name's Polly Parker, I'm come o'er from Worsley.
My father and mother work in a coal mine
My family's large, we've got seven children
And so I am forced to work down the coal mine.

And for my misfortune, I know you'll feel sorry
That in such employment my days they should pass,
But I keep up my spirits, I sing and keep merry
Although I am nowt but a collier lass.

By the greatest of dangers each day we're surrounded,
I hang in the air by a rope and a chain,
The mine may fall in I may be killed or wounded
May perish by fire damp or the fire of a train,

And what would you do were it not for our labour?
In wretched starvation your days they would pass.
While we can provide you with life's greatest blessings
Oh do not despise a poor collier lass.

All the day long you may see we are buried,
Deprived of the light and the warmth of the sun,
And often at night from our beds we are hurried,
The water is in and barefooted we run.

Although we are ragged and black are our faces,
As kind and as free as the best we're found
And our hearts are as right as your lords in high places
Although we're poor colliers that work underground.