The remaining four verses

Leave your pride like your wife in bed
It's hard for a lad who is on the dole
But growing kids must be clothed and fed
And there's bugger all left for coal
Feed them and dress them as best you can
Hand down seconds and scuff heeled shoes
Since they closed the shipyard down
What can a fella do. but go for
Coal for the fire

Get the old boneshaker out
Or the pram with the buckled wheel
Get on the road for Seaton Sands
In a wind thats as sharp as steel
Take your sacks dont forget your rake
Your battered bucket and length of twine
Hide your shame in the early dawn
And scoop up warmth from the frozen brine

Leave your bike on the promenade
Rake your coal then pick it by hand
Fill your sacks them tie them tight
Then hump them over the dry soft sand
Three in the vee and two on the bar
You can get five on if you pack them tight
Strain your guts up Newburn Bank
An push them home home through the dawns cold light

Keep your eyes down on the ground
Pray that you dont meet a friend
The wind is cold but your pride is hot
And regognition is the bitter end
Pick your way home carefully
Use the backstreets and the quiet lanes
Seek the safety of your home
And light the fire again