Folk & Traditional Song Lyrics www.traditionalmusic.co.uk Miner Lad 
Miner Lad 
As I walked out one morning, one morning in the spring, I heard a maiden singing, so sweetly did she sing. She sang about her miner lad, she sang so pleasantly: 'Of all the lads in our town, it's a miner's lad for me.' 
There's two of them from Skipton and two from Draytion town, And two or them from Batley, a place of high renown. Six nicer young fellows you never could behold They could turn the blackest diamonds into silver or bright gold 
If you should see my miner lad a-walking down the street Dressed up in his uniform so canny and so neat, His teeth are white as ivory, his eyes as black as sloes, You can always tell a miner lad, no matter where he goes. 
I'll build my love a castle, a place of high renown, Where lords, dukes nor princes can ever pull it down. For the King he loves his Queen, the Emperor the same, And I love my miner lad. Who can me blame? 
Collected by Gloria Dallas from Kate Healy in Yorkshire SOF