Roy's Wife of Aldivalloch (1800)/The Three Jolly Colliers
The THREE Jolly COLLIERS.
WE are three jolly Colliers,
that mind the collier way;
Our ships they are well fitted out
from the shore to the British sea;
We hew our coals and drive them,
we'll make all the rocks to roar,
The seas are daily craving, craving,
what can Colliers e'er do more.
My name is Captain Blanden,
my love sweet Molly Frow,
To be your undertaker;
each morning to wait on you,
Upon my lovely Molly,
who is heart's delight;
Whose lovely sparkling eyes,
do outshine the stars by night.
O some call me the sergeant,
because I am six foot high:
I am fitting for the army,
where all kinds of bullets fly;
But if I were in Britain,
and my true love along with me,
With every thing that's fitting,
to serve his royal Majesty.
Adieu my lovely Molly,
although her portion is but small,
I might have sweet-hearts many,
if I could maintain them all:
We'll go where liquor's plenty,
we'll roll boys from side to side,
Her fortune ne'er shall daunton me,
I'm young and the world's wide.
You curious smiths and founders,
that daily work upon the fire;
Whose genius with wonders,
makes others to admire:
Fine jewellers and smelters,
refiners of the purest gold,
Will say 'tis jolly Colliers
all other trades they do uphold.
Come fill up your bumpers,
and let the music sweetly sound;
Here's a health to jolly Colliers
who daily mine below the ground:
Likewise to jolly seamen
that sail all the world round.
The supporters of our nation,
the honour of our King and Crown.
Here's a health unto our army,
the British boys by sea and land,
To please the lovely lasses,
we always do run on command:
For Pady Burn is my name,
the same I'll ne'er deny.
From the county of Wicklow I came,
and its there I'll live and die.