RAP HER TO BANK

Chorus:
Rap her to bank, my canny lad,
Wind her away, keep turning.
The backshift men are ganning hame,
We'll be back here in the morning.

My father used to call the turn
When the last shift was ower.
And ganning outby you'd hear him cry,
"D'ye knaa it's after fower?"

 Chorus

And when that awful day arrived,
The last shift for my father,
A fal of stones and broken bones,
But still above the clatter, he cried,

Final chorus:
Rap her to bank, my canny lad,
Wind her reet slow, that's clever.
This poor old lad has taken bad.
I'll be back here never.