With bonfire night approaching I looked for this song in the lyrics search. Whilst there were two entries neither was the one I was looking for.
I went back to the old method of looking through folders and found this version that I used to sing.
Anyone remember this one?
Cobba Coalin'

COBBA COALIN'

CHORUS
We come a cob a coalin', come a coalin', come a coalin'
We come a cob a coalin' for Bon Fire Night.

Well the first to come in is a miner you see
With his pick and his shovel all ready to dig
He digs it and picks it and down it does fall
And that is the way that we gather cob coal

The next to come in is a sailor you see
He's a bunch of blue ribbons tied under his knee
He's travelled from England to France and to Spain
But now he's returned to England again

The last to come in is a miser you see
He's a hunch on his back and he's bowed at the knee
He's a weary old fellow and he wears a pigtail
And all his delight is in drinking strong ale

Well down in yon' cellar there's plenty of bugs
They've eaten me stockings and part of me clogs
I'll get a sharp knife and I'll cut their heads off
And we'll have us a supper of bugs head and broth

And down in yon cellar, there's an old umbrella
There's nowt in yon cornice but an old pepper pot
Pepper pot, pepper pot morning till night
If you give us nowt, we'll take nowt; farewell and good night


PaulO