I found this fragment whilst searching a Lancashire genealogy site. The person remembers it being sung by her father:

"Every morning at 'alf past five
Thowt knocker-up comes round
Tic, tic, tic, wi' a big long stick
When I were sleeping sound
And if it weren't for the little bit 'o brass I had to earn
To keep myself alive
I'd se'at yon man at the bottom o' th' pit
'Fore I'd wake up at 'alf past five!"