I Can Hew Songtext
von Mawkin

On Saint Monday′s day, it's well I do admire,
When I sit at home by my own coal fire.
Then it′s off to the pub, for a glass or two
For to work on a Monday, that would never do.

Well I like my whiskey and I like my beer.
I'll drink fourteen pints and I'll not feel queer.
I can hold my beer as good as any man.
And I′ll dance and sing 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 my boy′s fourteen, now he's a strappin′ lad
And he'll go to he pits soon, just like his dad.
And when Friday comes, we′ll pick up our pay.
And we'll 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.
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.
And its when I′m dead, oh I know full well,
I'll not go to heaven, I am bound for hell.
With my pick and shovel, old Nick he′ll admire,
And he'll set me hewin′ coal for his own 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.