SEA COAL
(Graeme Miles)

Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call
Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.

We go out in the morning our spades in our hand
And scrape up the coal where the tide meets the sand,
And fill our black sacks, in rows there they stand.

Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.
Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.

If we don't buy a sack then we'll have nowt at all,
For we need a few shillings to buy bread and meat,
If we must go hungry at least we'll have heat.

Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.
Who'll Buy, Who'll buy Hear the man cry.

Its only a few shillings for the finest of fuel,
Come stoke up your fires lads, the weather is cruel
It's cold in the winter round old Hartlepool.

Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.
See him, See him at the end of the road,

If we don't go and buy soon it all will be sold
We can see by his wagon that small is his load,
And if we must go hungry we needn't go cold

Sea Coal, Sea Coal, Hear the man call.
Sea Coal --------------------------^^