Wp/nth/Collier's Rant


 * As me and my marrow was gannin te wark
 * We met with the Devil; it was in the dark;
 * Aw up with ray pick, it bein in the neet.
 * And knock'd off his horns, likewise  his  club  feet.

Chorus —


 * Folla the horses, Johnny, my lad, oh I
 * Folla them through, my canny lad, oh!
 * Folla the  horses,  Johnny,  my  lad, oh!
 * Oh, lad, lye away, canny lad, oh!


 * As me and my marra was puttin the tram,
 * The lowe it went oot, and my marra went wrang;
 * You wad hev laughed had you seen the gam, —
 * The deil gat my marra, but aw gat the tram.


 * Folla the  horses,  etc.


 * Oh, marra! oh, marra! what dost thou think?
 * Aw've broken my bottle and spilt aa my drink!
 * Aw lost aa my shin splints amang the greet stanes;
 * Draw me te the shaft, it's time te gan hame.


 * Folla the  horses,  etc.


 * Oh, marra! oh, marra! where hast thou been?
 * Drivin the  drift  from  the  low  seam,
 * Drivin the drift  from  the  low  seam:
 * Haud up the lowe, lad! deil stop oot thy een!

Follow the  horses,  etc.

Oh, marrow ! oh, marrow  1  this  is  wor  pay  week. We'll get  penny  loaves,  and  drink  to  wor  beek ; And we'll  fill  up  our  bumper,  and  round  it  shall  go; Follow the  horses,  Johnny,  lad,  oh !

Follow the  horses,  etc

There is  my  horse,  and  there  is  my  tram ; Twee horns  full  of  grease  will  myek  her  to  gang ; There is  my  hoggers,  likewise  my  half-shoon. And smash  my  heart  1  marrow,  my  puttin's  a'  done !

Follow the  horses,  etc.