I've been singing a version of this for forty years, had from Bert Lloyd on the Riverside LP, English Street Songs. The text is similar, but with the following alterations:

Come all you colliers, far and near.
I'll tell of a cock-fight, when and where.
Twas on the hill, they all of them did say,
Between the black and the bonny grey.

Chorus
With a hip and a ha, and a loud hooray,
And away we carried our bonny grey!

It's in to the house to take a sup;
And the cock-fight it was soon made up.
Ten guineas a side these birds will play,
The charcoal black and the bonny grey.

Lord Derby he came a-swaggering down.
'I'll lay ten guineas to half a crown,
If the charcoal black he gets fair play,
He'll make mince meat of the bonny grey.'

The cocks they at it and the grey got struck,
And the Oldham lads cried: 'Now you've lost.
Which made us all both wan and pale.
And we wished we'd fought for a barrel of ale.

And the cocks they at it, one, two, three,
And the charcoal black got struck in the eye,
We picked him up but the devil wouldn't play,
And the cockfight went to the bonny grey.

With the silver breast and the silver wing,
He's fit to fight in front of a king.
With a hip and a ha, and a loud hooray,
And away we carried our our bonny grey.

The tune I have is a much livlier dorian piece than that given earlier. It is interesting to note that Lloyd did not use a chorus in his rendition. I was first apprised of the existance of such by John Roberts some quarter century back. Still a great song -- Tom