On a Monday's day, well I do admire
To me sittin' at home by me own coal fire
Then it's down to the pub for a glass or two
For to work on a Monday I would never do
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
Oh I like me whiskey and I like me beer
I'll drink fourteen pints and I won't feel queer
Cause I can hold my liquor as well as any man
And I'll dance and sing for as long as I can
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
Well me son's he's fourteen. He's a strappin' lad
And he'll go to the pits soon just like his dad
And when Friday comes, we'll pick up our pay
And go drink together to round out the day
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
Oh, and when I die, Oh I know full well
I'm not bound for heaven I'm bound for hell
And me pick and shovel, Old Nick will admire
And he'll set me hewin' coal for his own hell fire
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad, working down the mine
I can hew boys, I can hack it out
I can hew the coal, I can dance and shout
I can hew boys, coal that's black and fine
I'm a collier lad